Post by Louis Weasley on Nov 28, 2010 21:36:52 GMT -5
Louis Gabriel Weasley
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14, Gryffindor, 4th
Basics:
Full Name: Louis Gabriel Weasley
Nickname(s): Lu, Louie(Only his father calls him this.), Gabe, Gabriel
DoB: October 20th 2008
Sexuality: Undecided(Girls tend to use him, and guys pretty much hate his guts.)
The Wizarding World:
Blood Status: Pureblood (Half-breed: 1/8th veela)
Affiliated With: Order of the Phoenix
Wand: 11 1/2, Willow, Unicorn core, his wand is good for charms.
Appearance:
Sentences, no bullets
Hair: He’s got silvery-blond hair(Which he got from his mother and great-grandmother), which is more silver than silvery-blond(It was a silvery-blond when he was a child, but as he got older it became more silver.) that is down to his chin, his hair is cut shorter as it nears closer to his forehead, where his bangs rest, his bangs can cover his eyes if he so wishes them to.
Eyes: Louis’s eyes are an alluring bright baby blue, just like his mothers. His eyes are big and doe-like, they are gateways to his soul and emotions. His eyes just can't lie, no matter how hard he tries to lie, his eyes always give him away, they show his every emotion, no matter how little he’s feeling that said emotion.
Face: He has a very pretty face and clearly has gotten all his looks from his mother and great-grandmother. His lips are small, full, but their pale in color. His skin very light, and because of his Veela heritage it seems to glow. Also he has blemish free skin, because of his Veela heritage. He is easy to make blush, as he almost always has a pink colored blush painting his cheeks and ears whenever he is complimented in someway or is embarrassed by something or another. He also can't help showing his moods, his lips can usually be found in a smile when he's happy, enjoying or excited about something, or in a frown when something displeases, disappoints, annoys or upsets him, or in a grimace when he's in pain or not feeling well.
Body, include weight and height: He stands at 5'5 in height. In weight well he's 131 in pounds, definitely less than he should be. He is a pretty-boy, even if he doesn't really see himself as that; he has gotten complimented on his looks, by girls of all ages.
Face Claim: Allen Walker
Other: None
Personality:
It's clear as day that Louis takes after neither of his parents in personality... Louis is shy, but not painfully so. He doesn't mind, going up and speaking to a complete and utter stranger and talking to that person, whether asking for help, or for a completely different reason. However if you become his friend, this shyness disappears but is still somewhat existent, especially when he's embarrassed about something or another. And if he's around his family, his shyness is never there, at least not when he's speaking to his family, parents, sisters or cousins, however if he’s speaking to one of his cousins about one of the girl’s currently ‘dating’, his shyness will come back ten-fold. Also if he’s not feeling well, that is another way that his shyness will come into play, even around his family memebers.
Louis is polite to a fault. He's polite to teachers and to students who are older than him, well he's pretty much polite to everyone, even younger students and students in his own age, even those who have wronged him in someway or another. If he uses a spell on someone even one who happens to be his enemy, he will apologize for it before using a spell, charm, hex and or jinx. He is so polite that it's hard to get him to say "no" to someone who has asked him to do something.
His heavy accent, which he picked up from his mother at a young age, is what gets him teased, mocked and made fun of. Well mostly by others who don’t understand that he is 1/8th Veela and he mostly get made fun of by boys. Another trait he got from his mother. The same gender hates your guts, because of the fact that your charm works on the opposite gender. He doesn’t like the fact that it makes him a target for bullies and for girls who find him attractive, which is the last thing he wants. He’d much rather just skit by unnoticed. Sadly that’s not going to happen. Mostly because of his accent he has been flirted with many times by many girls, which is something he doesn’t like, because girls only go for him because of his looks or because they find his accent adorable and cute. They never take the time to get to know him; they only use him for their own selfish gain, to get popular, or to simply say they dated him. Much to his shame and disappointment, and the fact that he just CAN’T say “no”, because he’s too damned polite! Also because of his politeness and because he knows it’s his charm and Veela heritage at work, he’s been kissed and than dumped once the kiss is over. The girl always dumps him, and to the point of where he’s left there standing there looking like the biggest fool in the history of the world! It hurts him so much, to know that no one will ever love him. Really love him, like how his mother and his father love each other. And he can’t help but wonder if anyone will love him, really, really love him for who he is, not for his looks, but for his personality, not for his accent but for his talents, and not for his charm but for the person he really is, the person no one takes the time to get to know(Excluding his family memebers).
Louis is very easy to read. His facial features from his eyes to his face, give him away. It’s easy to embarrass him or make him blush. And he’s often been told that he’s cute, handsome, adorable, and many more complements on his looks, which bring a blush to his cheeks and causes his ears to turn red. He’s so easy to read, he cries when he’s sad, there is always a frown on his lips when he’s sad, disappointed or displeased with something or another. His eyes shine when he’s happy or enjoying himself, there is always a smile on his lips which light up his whole face when he’s happy. When he’s hurt, the pain he feels will be mirrored in his eyes ten-fold, and tears will be welled up in his eyes or be falling down his cheeks, his bottom lip will quiver, no matter how much he tries to be grown up about being hurt. He’s so easy to read that it’s kind of sad that he can’t hide his emotions at all. He also can’t lie if his life depended on it, whenever he tries to lie, he gets this stupid grin on his face, even when he’s not lying and telling the truth, whenever accused of lying that stupid grin will appear on his face(I have this same problem I'll grin whenever I'm accused of lying...), which makes him look all the more guilty.
Louis likes music, that much is horribly obvious. He’s very good with playing interments and is a very fast learner when it comes to learning how to play one. He's fairly good when it comes to playing the flute and can often be found playing it in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, on the roof of the owlery, outside on the grounds or from the one of the Gryffindor towers many windows or on his way to Hogsmeade.
Louis is polite to a fault. He's polite to teachers and to students who are older than him, well he's pretty much polite to everyone, even younger students and students in his own age, even those who have wronged him in someway or another. If he uses a spell on someone even one who happens to be his enemy, he will apologize for it before using a spell, charm, hex and or jinx. He is so polite that it's hard to get him to say "no" to someone who has asked him to do something.
His heavy accent, which he picked up from his mother at a young age, is what gets him teased, mocked and made fun of. Well mostly by others who don’t understand that he is 1/8th Veela and he mostly get made fun of by boys. Another trait he got from his mother. The same gender hates your guts, because of the fact that your charm works on the opposite gender. He doesn’t like the fact that it makes him a target for bullies and for girls who find him attractive, which is the last thing he wants. He’d much rather just skit by unnoticed. Sadly that’s not going to happen. Mostly because of his accent he has been flirted with many times by many girls, which is something he doesn’t like, because girls only go for him because of his looks or because they find his accent adorable and cute. They never take the time to get to know him; they only use him for their own selfish gain, to get popular, or to simply say they dated him. Much to his shame and disappointment, and the fact that he just CAN’T say “no”, because he’s too damned polite! Also because of his politeness and because he knows it’s his charm and Veela heritage at work, he’s been kissed and than dumped once the kiss is over. The girl always dumps him, and to the point of where he’s left there standing there looking like the biggest fool in the history of the world! It hurts him so much, to know that no one will ever love him. Really love him, like how his mother and his father love each other. And he can’t help but wonder if anyone will love him, really, really love him for who he is, not for his looks, but for his personality, not for his accent but for his talents, and not for his charm but for the person he really is, the person no one takes the time to get to know(Excluding his family memebers).
Louis is very easy to read. His facial features from his eyes to his face, give him away. It’s easy to embarrass him or make him blush. And he’s often been told that he’s cute, handsome, adorable, and many more complements on his looks, which bring a blush to his cheeks and causes his ears to turn red. He’s so easy to read, he cries when he’s sad, there is always a frown on his lips when he’s sad, disappointed or displeased with something or another. His eyes shine when he’s happy or enjoying himself, there is always a smile on his lips which light up his whole face when he’s happy. When he’s hurt, the pain he feels will be mirrored in his eyes ten-fold, and tears will be welled up in his eyes or be falling down his cheeks, his bottom lip will quiver, no matter how much he tries to be grown up about being hurt. He’s so easy to read that it’s kind of sad that he can’t hide his emotions at all. He also can’t lie if his life depended on it, whenever he tries to lie, he gets this stupid grin on his face, even when he’s not lying and telling the truth, whenever accused of lying that stupid grin will appear on his face(I have this same problem I'll grin whenever I'm accused of lying...), which makes him look all the more guilty.
Louis likes music, that much is horribly obvious. He’s very good with playing interments and is a very fast learner when it comes to learning how to play one. He's fairly good when it comes to playing the flute and can often be found playing it in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, on the roof of the owlery, outside on the grounds or from the one of the Gryffindor towers many windows or on his way to Hogsmeade.
Likes:
+ His family
+ His pet, Aquila
+ Charms
+ Reading
+ Playing the flute
+ Learning to play new instruments
+ Music
+ When his Quidditch team wins a match
+ France
+ His friends
Dislikes:
- When he’s teased, picked on, insulted, mocked or harassed for his accent
- Heights
- Flying
- When he’s used by girls for their selfish-personal gain
- Drinking (He's 14, why would he even think about getting drunk?)
- Riding in moving vehicles
- Dancing (It makes him dizzy, he'd much rather play music than dance)
- His extreme vertigo
- The Black Lake
- Quidditch (Sad but true.)
Family:
First and Last Name, muggle or witch/wizard, occupation
Mother: Fleur Delacour-Weasley
Father: William *Bill* Weasley
Siblings: Dominique and Victorie Weasley
Others (list): The Weasleys, Potters, Delacours, Blacks, Prewetts, Longbottoms, Crouches, Lupins, Johnsons and the Grangers, Dursleys and Evans.
History and Details: 2 paragraphs minimum
Louis was born on a Wednesday at the stroke of midnight, however they had ended up fighting over what his name would be, which made the baby boy start wailing at the noise his parents were causing. After comforting their son, they both agreed to stop fighting and came to agreement. Fleur allowed her husband to pick the baby boy’s first name, while she picked his middle name. So in the end he was called Louis Gabriel Weasley.
As soon as Louis was two, it was obvious he was a mommy’s boy, and clearly chose his mother over his father. Because he spent so much time around his mother, he ended up picking up her accent at a young age, and started speaking it, once he was old enough to talk. His mother nor his father nor older sisters nor his cousins nor his aunts or uncles ever corrected him or tried to get him to stop, because they thought it was completely adorable.
As the years went on, his hair had stared losing it silvery-blond look, and had started becoming more silver. Also in those years, he had taken up a liking to music and had learned how to play the flute and was a natural in it, which is what had caused him to want to learn how to play other instruments. When his cousins and Sisters Dominique and Victorie had flown on brooms for the first time, he had gone with them, on his own broom, however the experience for him was a short-lived one. He had been fine, until he had looked down at the ground, and then everything started spinning, and he didn’t quite understand it, but he must have fallen off his broom or something, because the next thing he knew, he was free falling toward the ground below. If it hadn’t been for his uncle’s Harry’s quick reactions and wand work, Louis could have very well broken his neck or cracked his head open or very well died from the fall. When he was back safely on the ground, he told his parents (And every other person there) what had happened, and everything after that was uneventful(Except for the fact that he could feel worried eyes of his parents, aunts and uncles burn a hole through his head with how closely they were watching him, while he played games with Lily and Hugo). Not even two weeks later, had his father scheduled him for an evaluation at some place in the wizarding world, where Louis was diagnosed with Extreme Vertigo, much to his and his father’s shock…
He was jealous of both of his sisters when they were sent off to Hogwarts and he had stay at home, being bored out of his nine-year-old mind. Well at least he had a way to cure his boredom, he, Hugo and Lily and Achille(Although it was less with Achille, as he wasn't around as much, considering he(Ash) lives in France) got to hang out more, so that was one of the good things about the two years the four of them weren't old enough to go to Hogwarts with their older siblings.
After he turned 11, his acceptance letter to Hogwarts had come by owl, landing right in his outstretched hands and he wasn’t sure what to do with it, but before he could do anything with it. Dominique had come out to the gardens, snatched the letter from his hands and ran off back into the house, yelling. “Louis got his acceptance letter!”, before he ran after her, stumbling slightly, screaming in playful horror. “Give eet back, Nikkie!”. In the end Louis and his father had gone down to Diagon alley and had gotten all of his things that he would need for his first year at Hogwarts. After getting sent off by their parents and he and Dominique had sat together, or at least till his cousins and a few people he didn’t know had sat in their compartment on the train ride. Where around these new people, Louis had gone completely silent, not even making so much as a peep, he was too busy having his eyes closed and trying to block out the uneasiness and the settle the queasy feeling in his stomach and the nausea he was just starting to feel after minutes in a moving vehicle, and this train was nothing different. He had ended up falling into an uneasy sleep, his head resting against the cold window, and somewhere in the middle of his sleep, his head ended up resting on Dominique’s shoulder. After arriving at Hogwarts, he had been shook awake. His churning stomach had eased a bit, and wasn’t doing belly flops any more. That was at least until they got to the castle and the Sorting Ceremony had started.
At the Sorting ceremony, which was held in the Great Hall, Louis had a great many people staring at him, once his name had been called and he was sitting on the stool, being gawked at like some sort fabulous prize. The sorting hat muttering to himself, loud enough for Louis to hear, and the poor kid couldn’t help closing his eyes and silently begging for Gryffindor. “Gryffindor ‘ey?” The sorting hat spoke softly. After seconds, which turned into minutes the sorting hat finally called out. “GRYFFINDOR!!!!”, which had caused his housemates to start clapping, and Louis was far too happy to and eager to get those unnerving stares off of him, that he practically flew with grace that he didn’t even know he had, down the steps toward the Gryffindor table, where he took a seat next to his sister and his cousin Rose. After he had settled into Hogwarts, and that’s when the trouble stared. He found himself getting stared at more and more by girls(Good) and guys(Bad) alike, which was something he wasn’t use to, and as the weirdness of his Veela heritage kicked itself into gear started, things started getting bad, because of his French accent, it was attracting both good and bad attention. He was making girls giggle and blush and pay attention to him, something he wasn’t trying to have happen, and bad trouble was he was getting picked on, hexed, teased, jinxed, mocked and insulted by jealous males, who wanted to know his secret and when he couldn’t tell them (Because he didn’t know or understand it himself, at least not until he was a year older), they had shoved him down a flight of stairs in their jealous anger, causing him to get sent to the hospital wing for treatment. Besides that in his first year he had made a few friends (Which would later play a nasty 'harmless' prank on him.), and kept close to his housemates, mainly his cousins and sibling Dominique.
His second and third year were somewhat normal, but during his third year, his 'so called' friends had shoved him into the black lake at night, and as he trying to get back to dry land, something(The Giant Squid) grabbed his foot, and before anyone could even blink, the soaking wet male was out of the lake, on dry land and outright flying across the grounds and back to the Gryffindor common room, before his 'so called' friends even knew what had happened. Those 'so called' friends found themselves in the hospital wing for the next week after their 'harmless prank'. Also Louis NEVER went anywhere near the Black Lake again, no matter what. Also in his third year that was when girls started to date and use him for their own personal selfish gain. He never took notice of it before, until the first half of the year was over. He had heard from Moaning Myrtle that she had heard some girl’s talking in her bathroom (She had gotten very mad at them and had chased them out, because she viewed Louis as her friend.), and he had learned of that he was being used. At first he didn’t believe it, until he had overheard of some of the girls he had been dating were whispering about him, they told each other that they were only doing it to get popular or simply say they had dated him. It hurt to know, but it was better that he knew. He had gone to talk to Myrtle about it(Not that he didn’t trust his family, but this was one secret he didn’t want them to know about, because they would only make it worse, or so that’s what Louis thought), and she had told him that if she wasn’t a ghost that she would of dated him and would of treated him right, which had brightened up Louis’s day, but even though he knew, he just couldn’t say “no” to a girl that asked him out, even their so called “dating” would only last a few days, let alone a week tops. And that always hurt him whether these girl knew they were hurting him or not.
He’s just started his fourth year at Hogwarts.
Other:
PET:
Name: Aquila
Gender: Female
Species: Golden Eagle
Anamagi: If accomplished, it will be a Unicorn
Patronus: Takes the form of swan
Role-playing Sample:
Louis shook his head and ran a hand through his silvery locks, making his bangs fall into his baby blue eyes, which currently looked silvery-blue thanks to the glow of the full moon that he was currently staring at, from his spot on the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Louis liked the full moon, it was the same color as his hair, or so he liked to think so. The full moon to him was far prettier than any girl he had ever laid eyes on.
The moonlight shown on the young third year, making the boy’s silver hair look like it was glowing in the moonlight from the light of the silver moon. As the moon continued to shine its silvery light, down onto its current victim, the third year Gryffindor hadn’t made a move to move away from looking at the moon, watching it with such intensity one would think he was being moon-blinked by the moon.
Louis wrapped his hand around the silver flute that was clasped in his right hand, he couldn’t help bringing the instrument to his lips and lifting his hands to instrument and covering the necessary holes, before he closed his eyes and blew into the instrument, breathing in through his nose while his fingers danced with grace over the instrument as the song flooded out of the holes of the flute, loud yet soft, gentle and heartwarming lyrics flowed from the flute as the young Weasley played on under the moonlit night.
(OK yeah this isn’t that great, but it’ll do.)
You:
Name: Weredragon or WD
Age: 20
How long have your been role-playing? 12 years
