weasley, fred

[fred ethan weasley]

Looks like this is
FRED
Wallet...

Here's the ID..

PLAYBY: Nate Gill

FULL NAME: fred ethan weasley
AGE: eighteen
GENDER: male
BIRTH DATE: december 27th
HOUSE: gryffindor alumni
YEAR: n/a
OCCUPATION: photographer
CHOOSE A SIDE: neutral

Oh, look, here's some photos.
Wonder who they're of…?

MOTHER: angelina johnson
FATHER: george weasley
SIBLINGS: roxanne weasley
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
victorie weasley
dominique weasley
rose weasley
james potter
hugo weasley
molly weasley
louis weasley
albus potter
lily potter

Your wallet says a lot
about you, you know...

LIKES:

• reading
  
• taking pictures
  
• chocolate
  
• flying
  
• his family
  
• girls
  
• the sun
  
• swimming
  
• morning jogs
  

DISLIKES:

• rude people
  
• ditzy girls
  
• having no work to do
  
• vanilla
  
• doing potions
  
• the cold
  
• dancing
  
• shopping
  
• pineapple

PERSONALITY:

Fred is a very sweet man. He is a gentleman, always saying please and thank you. 'yes ma'am, sorry sir' and so forth. he is the kind of guy that will pull a chair out for a lady and open the door for her. He is a smart person, always reading books and willing to learn new things. He can be a shy person when it comes to being around girls that he likes. He tends to stumble over his words and ramble on. Some find it cute while others find it annoying.

though he tends to be shy and keep more to himself, he does have a fun side. He loves to go out with his friends and have a good time. He loves laughing and telling jokes. He is the kind of person you can count on to be there and listen when you need him. He is protective and would do anything for his family and friends. Fred tends to put others first and himself last. Overall, he is a very sweet, funny and kind person.

There's some notes in here...
Were they writing their freaking life story?

HISTORY:

Growing up, Fred was a pretty happy kid. He had two parents that loved him and were always there for him. A huge family so there was never a dull moment. There was always something going on and he liked that. It kept everyone close to one another. For several years, Fred was an only child growing up. He loved it. It was when he was six that his parents got pregnant with their second child. He was fine with it up until his little sister was born. Of course, she is his sibling and he loved her but his parents had spent a lot of time with her. She was sick and he hadn't really been able to be in the same room with her until she was six years old.

His parents were always worrying about her and taking care of her that he was by himself a lot of the time. He didn't really mind much either. He would spend most of his time in his room, playing with his toys or reading when he had learned how to read. Sometimes he would even go outside and fly around on his broom. It wasn't until she was better that he really started to see her around the house. He was too afraid to do much with her, because she still looked so sick, like if he touched her she would break. Fred would let her follow him around once in a while but most of the time he would just hide in his room with the door closed, or be outside flying.

When he was around the age of eight, he found a love for art. He liked to draw and paint things and it wasn't until his eleventh birthday that he had gotten a camera where he really found what he loved. Taking pictures. Since that day, he has never put his camera down and always has it with him. He loves to snap pictures of things that he see's on his days off when walking. Some random people, other places and things. You name it.

When Fred turned ten, and he got his letter from Hogwarts, he was excited. He had gone out shopping with his dad to get all of his things for school, even a pet for himself to take with while he was there. Packing his things in his trunk, he had his things ready to go almost a week before he left. On the train ride there, it was then that he had met most of his friends. He had been sorted into Gryffindor house and he loved it. It was the house of his parents and he was proud to have been sorted into it. He loved flying, he loved his classes and being able to go and pick out so many books to read.

If he wasn't out with his friends flying around or wandering the grounds, he was in his dorm or the library doing homework. He took it very seriously while he was there and all that work paid off. No, he wasn't a genius but he was smart and did well enough to pass in all of his classes. He is eighteen and graduated now, living in a small apartment on his own. He takes pictures for the paper but he really wishes to become a famous photographer one day. Walking into his apartment, you see pictures all across one wall in the spare bedroom. He still goes home as often as possible to see his parents and he keeps in touch with all of his family by writing letters.

Wonder what this wallet's
made of...?

YOUR NAME: Wen
YEARS RPING: ten years
CONTACT INFO: PM

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RP SAMPLE:

It had been a great morning. Well...for everyone except Charlotte. She had been up all night reading one of her books until she fell asleep. The book was now laying on the floor and her hair was all over the place. Yawning a little, she ran a hand through her hair and slipped on her slippers, disappearing into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she walked back into the girls dorm and slipped on a pair of jeans with holes by the knees. She then slipped on a pair of her dark brown boots and her white top where the sleeves cut off just above the elbows. Towel drying her hair, she ran her fingers through it and then a brush before placing a maroon hat on and a necklace around her neck. Then again, she kind of wore whatever she wanted when she had classes too.


Under her skirt she would were a pair of leggings and then her boots. A necklace over the shirt that she would wear and then sometimes even a hat. Charlotte like to be different. To seperate herself from the matching uniforms. Though, none of the teachers seemed to care much for it. Grabbing her bag, Charlotte just grinned and, with a hop in her step, headed down to the common room and out into the hall. It was still early in the morning so she figured she would have time to eat something before potions started. Grabbing a muffin from the Great Hall, she made her way down to the dungeons.Taking a seat in her usual spot, she was joined by one of her friends and she grinned and swallowed her muffin. Hey. She said, leaning back in her chair.


She listened to her as she talked but then frowned when she asked if she wanted to hang out that night. Something about a small get together after hours or something. She had kind of tuned out after 'Want to hang out..' because she was trying to think of a reason for why she couldn't make it. She defiantly couldn't say that it was because she was a werewolf and it was a full moon and she had to change. Her friends would freak! Pushing that from her head, she just gave a small smile. I'm sorry but...I just can't. I have other plans. Next time. She said and for several minutes listened to her friend talk about how she always had some reason not to join them. She was glad though when the Professor walked into the room and started class.


It wasn't long before she was done with three of her classes and she was in the library working on one of her essays which was due on Monday. Sighing, she spent most of her afternoon there and then part of her night. that is, until dinner came around and she headed down to get something to eat. It wasn't long before she was up in the Ravenclaw common room and just sitting up in the Girls dorm and relaxing. She would have to leave in a while.


Charlotte was sitting up in the girls common room with a book resting on her lap. Everyone seemed to either be sleeping or off somewhere sneaking around. Either way, she really didn't mind. The quiet was nice for once. That is, until she relized how late it was and jumped out of her bed and quietly, but quickly and made her way out of the common room. She had completely lost track of time and now had to rush outside and over to the whomping willow. It was a full moon and she had once again made up a reason for why she couldn't hang out with her friends. She was different from everyone that she knew. She was a werewolf and once every month she changed for a night. She kept it to herself because the last time her friend found out by accident what she really was and she just disappeared. They hadn't talked for years.


She was determined now to not let it happen again. She was afraid that the same thing would happen again and that was the last thing she needed. People weren't exactly too excited to be friends with a werewolf with the stories and things they hear about them. Pushing the thought from her mind, Charlotte got to the tree and made her way through the opening at the trunk. Crawling through until she reached the Shrieking Shack. She had gotten upstairs and into one of the old bedrooms. Sitting down on the old bed, she let a small sigh escape her lips. This place gave her the creeps but it was the only place she could come and not worry about anyone coming to bother her.


There were just some times where she wanted to be by herself and not be bothered by anyone. To just think and that was it. Running a hand through her hair, she just looked out the window as she let her thoughts run through her mind. The sound of the leaves rustling on the trees and the windows rattling a little were the only sounds she could hear. It was relaxing in a way. Standing, she walked over to the window and leaned against the wall a little. It was then that she heard the creek of the floor boards, as if someone had followed her there, and she turned her head and groaned. Who could have followed her there? Everyone was asleep! Moving slowly, she stood in the doorway of the bedroom and looked around a little.

Better leave this where it is...
...don't want to get in trouble.

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