Post by juliet elizabeth wood on May 11, 2010 18:12:59 GMT -5
Looks like this is
JULIET'S
Wallet...
Here's the ID..
JULIET'S
Wallet...
Here's the ID..
FULL NAME: Juliet Elizabeth Wood
NICKNAME: Julie
AGE: Twenty Two
GENDER: Female
BIRTH DATE: May 18th
HOUSE: Gryffindor Alum
YEAR: N/A
OCCUPATION: Hogwarts Healer
Oh, look, here's some photos.
Wonder who they're of…?
Wonder who they're of…?
MOTHER: Katie Wood ‘nee Bell
FATHER: Oliver Wood
SIBLINGS: Cindy Wood (17), Felicity Wood (14)
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: Victoire Weasley, the Weasleys and Potters
Your wallet says a lot
about you, you know...
about you, you know...
LIKES:
- Healing
- Quidditch
- Reading
- Going out (dancing, drinking, socializing)
- Traveling
- Men
- Her sisters
- Victoire Weasley
- Weasley gatherings
DISLIKES:
- Indecision
- When students duel
- Liars
- Floral perfumes
- Meat (she’s a vegetarian)
- Dorian Gibbs
PERSONALITY:
Although she is protective, she doesn’t wear this characteristic like a bright graphic t-shirt. Juliet is also fun-loving and relatively optimistic, though, like her middle sister, she does enjoy frequent sarcasm. It’s not as much derogatory and cynical though, more playful and poke-fun-at. Julie loves nightlife; meeting new people, dancing, drinking, or just having a great time always put her in an excellent mood. She’s very friendly and easy to get to know, especially after she’s had more than a couple butterbeers.
Julie has many good friends who are adults, and even a few who are older students. She does hold tight to close friendships though, being a loyal and true ‘partner in crime’. For example, she and Victoire Weasley have been best friends since they first shared a compartment together on their first ride on the Hogwarts Express. However, Julie doesn’t take well to some people. Of course, she attempts to be polite as well as she can, but some things you just can’t hide. Her disaffection for
Dorian Gibbs has always been pretty apparent.
When it comes to love, Juliet considers herself pretty average on the scale. She’s had her own share of one night stands, scattered seeings, and even a couple long term relationships. The idea of a significant other is very attractive to her, for she’s a very affectionate person with a wild side, always looking for something fun, and someone fun to do it with. She’d love the idea of a boyfriend, but she wants to know that they’re at least somewhat close to a Mr. Right before investing herself emotionally.[/ul]
There's some notes in here...
Were they writing their freaking life story?
Were they writing their freaking life story?
HISTORY:
Wonder what this wallet's
made of...?
made of...?
YOUR NAME: Evangeline (Evie)
YEARS RPING: Eh…a lot.
CONTACT INFO: PM-Tastic!
You've got
style!
style!
RP SAMPLE:
Morning light was pouring into the bedroom window, spilling over onto the floor, illuminating the room. The mirror cast the rays of sunshine all over the walls, casting lovely beams over the bureau, vanity, closet, and clothing littering the floor. Finally, it cascaded onto the sheets of the large bed at the center of the room, which were tossed and twisted, flowing on and back off the woman who was sound asleep in the bed, curled up. Her head was resting comfortably on one of her many pillows, her shiny hair (black today) fanned out underneath her. The scarcity of covers on her body revealed her sleep outfit: a nude colored brazier and panty set hugged her curves, and a short sleeved cover up was slipping off one shoulder slightly. The breeze from the window, which was cracked open just a sliver, tickled at this shoulder and her nose. She stirred.
The chirping birds aided her in awakening, bringing her to consciousness in a very quiet, peaceful way. Emmeline breathed in deeply, rolling over onto her back, opening her eyes just enough to allow some of the sunshine to peer between them. She exhaled, shutting her eyes again, allowing a smile to grace her features. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and tilted her head onto her shoulder, taking another deep breath. Last night had been very nice; she’d gotten better sleep than she had in what felt like a very long time. After their dinner in Godric’s Hollow, she and Adam headed back to her home, and he laid in her bed with her until she’d fallen asleep- like the wonderful friend that he was. He appeared to have headed home early, though; he wasn’t here anymore.
She rolled over and off her bed, pulling out her hairband (which had already come quite loose), and readjusting it so that her hair was in a low ponytail over her left shoulder. She peered about the room, blinking multiple times, so as to allow them to adjust to the light. She spotted her slippers in the corner, and wandered through the piles of clothes to reach them. Slipping them on, she noticed Gulliver on top of a pile of shirts next to her bedside table. He was splayed out, and appeared to still be sleeping soundly. She couldn’t help but grin- he was so cute all curled up.
She made her way towards the kitchen. It was time to get some breakfast. I wonder what time it is…
The chirping birds aided her in awakening, bringing her to consciousness in a very quiet, peaceful way. Emmeline breathed in deeply, rolling over onto her back, opening her eyes just enough to allow some of the sunshine to peer between them. She exhaled, shutting her eyes again, allowing a smile to grace her features. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and tilted her head onto her shoulder, taking another deep breath. Last night had been very nice; she’d gotten better sleep than she had in what felt like a very long time. After their dinner in Godric’s Hollow, she and Adam headed back to her home, and he laid in her bed with her until she’d fallen asleep- like the wonderful friend that he was. He appeared to have headed home early, though; he wasn’t here anymore.
She rolled over and off her bed, pulling out her hairband (which had already come quite loose), and readjusting it so that her hair was in a low ponytail over her left shoulder. She peered about the room, blinking multiple times, so as to allow them to adjust to the light. She spotted her slippers in the corner, and wandered through the piles of clothes to reach them. Slipping them on, she noticed Gulliver on top of a pile of shirts next to her bedside table. He was splayed out, and appeared to still be sleeping soundly. She couldn’t help but grin- he was so cute all curled up.
She made her way towards the kitchen. It was time to get some breakfast. I wonder what time it is…
Better leave this where it is...
...don't want to get in trouble.
...don't want to get in trouble.