Post by R a v e n ! on Jan 29, 2009 21:26:40 GMT -5
Michael Anthony Weasley
[/b][/font][/center]Date of Birth;;
March 3rd, 1993 {16 years old}
Gender;;
Male
Year // House;;
Year 6, Gryffindor
Species;;
Human
Bloodlines;;
George Weasley // Halfblood, father, deceased
Amber Weasley // Pureblood, mother, deceased
Jennifer Weasley // Pureblood, sister, alive
Wand;;
Cedar, 7 inches long. Strong and stiff, excellent for charms and transfiguration. Dragon heartstrings, phoenix feather.
Appearance;;
Mike is of an average height, perhaps verging on the tall side. He's rather gangly, just growing into himself, with long skinny arms that dangle my his sides and even longer, skinnier legs. His hair is short and tousled, the characteristic red of his family, but perhaps straighter. He has his grandmother's build, tall and stout, and his grandfather's characteristic freckles and watery blue eyes. His skin is quite pale, due to living in England and all, and his nose is rather large for his face. His ears stick out slightly, as well. His shoulders are broad and his legs long, but he relies more on strength than speed. He doesn't really
Personality;;
Katherine is level-headed, and has a sarcastic sense of humor, as well as a dark one. Polite and cynical and equipped with a certain amount of eloquence, she is very loyal and fiercely intelligent, but opinionated and perhaps overly headstrong. A rebel, of a sort. She hates being pinned down, and won't hesitate to lie or flirt to get her way. Very athletic, and very much a tom boy, as well as a compulsive risk-taker. She's always the first to try the scariest rides, or take the wildest dares. Her temper is equivalent to a crate of explosives with a very, very short fuse, and she refuses to apologize after her outbursts. She is rather like some kind of wild animal, obeying no one. She doesn't care for honesty, and hates 'goody-goody-two-shoes' for simply... existing. She is cold and business-like, often, preferring not to get close to anyone for fear that they will hate her after they discover her dark secret.
She doesn't care about her reputation at all, which is probably why hers is in shambles, and she can hold grudges for centuries. Despite this, she is surprisingly brave, or it could just be called impulsiveness or foolishness. She's a little too proud, almost verging on arrogant. She always returns the favor, and so a gift, in her case, is more of a trade. She's very practical, and surprisingly creative, although more in the literary sense than painting. Once she's made up her mind, she won't swerve from her decision, and she's often brutally honest about sensitive subjects others prefer to skirt tactfully around. As afore mentioned, she's very opinionated, and has earned countless enemies by not shying away from her statement. She isn't worried at all at getting involved in an argument, and is excellent at transfiguration and defense against the dark arts, although is sorely lacking in the Arithmancy compartment. She doesn't really mind being a wolf, and rather enjoys running four-legged along the mountains; it's only in human form that she dislikes the idea.
History;;
Born on a wintry morning in mid-September, 1995, Katie spent only the first 8 years of her life in merry ol' England. Her father, Christopher, was a doctor, a respected man in their part of town who never spent much time with his two daughters. He was a good, honest man, except when he was drunk. Katie's mother was Emily, a teacher of defense against the dark arts. Sara never really knew her parents very well; her father spent most of his time at work, and her mother was ill often, or teaching. Once too often, in fact, and one hot evening in August, she clasped onto Katie's hand with a surprisingly firm grip, despite the raging fever that gripped her body, and croaked, "Get Chris." It was the last thing she ever said. Katie desperately called her father, but he was out drinking with some friends. This was not good news; about once a month, Christopher went and got severely drunk, and it just happened to be the day her mother was going to die.
Seriously worried now, she ran home. Her mother was still and cold, laying limp on the bed with her eyes wide open and a vacant expression on her face. Katie didn't cry; she never did. Never. Not even now. Sometimes, she wondered if she was a monster for not doing so, but it was just the way she was. Instead, she very coolly put a sheet over Emily's body so her two year old sister, Sara, wouldn't see, levered her mother's body onto a plank of wood, cleaned the sheets, dressed Emily in her best clothing, and left a note for her father telling him that Emily had died. She wasn't one of those pathetic people who can't even say died, and keep blinking away tears, and so on. She was only eight years old at the time. Katherine had been the golden girl of the village; promising and precocious, excellent with magic for her age. Now, within hours, everything was gone. She would never be a successful wizard. As Katie had predicted, Christopher was drunk when he got home, and was enraged to see his wife's corpse. He beat his daughter - who didn't even cry - but when he got back to his normal self, was grief stricken and terribly apologetic to Katie. She just nodded, staring up at him with her huge blue eyes.
Now that there was no one left to look after his children, Christopher had no choice but to bring them with him as he traveled from town to town, looking for work. He had lost his job the same day his wife had died, after the head doctor witnessed him in one of his drunken furies. No one wanted such a disreputable doctor, though, and passed him on with his two daughters. They traveled for about four years, and young Sara was diagnosed with cancer at the age of five years and died a year later, despite her father and sister's efforts. Katie learned to fend for herself, though; it was that or die like Sara. They had just settled down when Katie had just had her twelfth birthday. Everything was peaceful enough, finally, until a werewolf just had to stroll into town. His name was Hunter Grey, and he didn't care for discretion. He cruelly murdered her father, and added Katie to his army of werewolves. He forced the wolves to fight each other, so it truly was survival of the fittest.
Katie ran away on the first night, but she was lucky to escape with only half a tail. She has hardened since then, and probably if her father was still alive, he wouldn't recognize his own daughter. Katherine still seeks revenge on the werewolf, vowing to kill him if it's the last thing she does.
