weasley, roxanne zoe

[roxanne zoe weasley]

Looks like this is
ROXANNE'S
Wallet...

Here's the ID..

PLAYBY: Carmen Solomons

FULL NAME: Roxanne Zoe Weasley
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
BIRTH DATE: April 10
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: Sixth
OCCUPATION: Student
CHOOSE A SIDE: Opponent

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

MOTHER: Angelina (Johnson) Weasley
FATHER: George Weasley
SIBLINGS: Fred Ethan Weasley
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE:
harry potter &ginny potter
ron weasley &hermione weasley
percy weasley & audry weasley
bill weasley & fluer weasley
charlie weasley
victoire weasley, dominique weasley, louis weasley
rose weasley, hugo weasley
james potter, albus potter, lily potter
lucy weasley, molly weasley
molly weasley and arthur weasley (grandparents)

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

LIKES:

• boys
  
• parties
  
• alcohol
  
• books
  
• getting what she wants
  
• her long hair
  
• making out
  
• Quidditch
  
• Quidditch players
  
• her skin (it's kinda dark like her moms, with freckles like her dad)
  
• one night stands
  
• make up

DISLIKES:

• getting sun burnt
  
• being inside
  
• lame parties
  
• too serious relationships
  
• clingy guys
  
• loosing at quidditch
  
• getting looked down on
  
• being told what to do
  
• eating too much

PERSONALITY:

Roxy isn't all bad. Sometimes she's all good. But that's a big sometimes. Because Roxy doesn't like to do what she's told, which means she's not always good. She's good in front of her parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. And with her friends, she nice to them. Roxy has a reputation of being straight up honest. If she doesn't like you, or thinks you need help, she's gonna tell you right off the bat. Honesty is the best policy.

Roxy likes to be outgoing, and she really likes parties. She likes to lose herself in a drink, with a guy, and letting loose. Perhaps too loose sometimes. But she isn't a total flooze. She likes to curl up in bed sometimes, wearing sweat pants, and just read a book, or write a novel no one will ever read. She'd just like to keep that side to herself.

Although Roxanne loved seeing when Fred didn't get what he wanted when they were younger, she actually doesn't mind him. She'd probably never let him know willingly. She does however respect him, and love him. But that would ruin her badass rep, and she couldn't have that.

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

HISTORY:

Roxanne was born on April 10, 2008, to George Weasley and Angelina Johnson, with her older brother Fred. As soon as she could talk she shortened her name to Roxy, mainly because Roxanne was a mouthful, but also because Roxy just sounded better. And it was easier for all her young cousins to say, although she is the youngest Weasley, but only by a few months. But that doesn't really mean anything, because Lily and Lucy are also her age.

Roxy's childhood wasn't a bad one. She had an older brother who loved her, and parents who doted on her because she was their last child and only girl. She knew it made Fred jealous, but she liked it that way. Because she could get whatever she wanted. Which wasn't really much, it was mostly just the attention of her parents, or her grandparents, who also spoiled her because she was the baby of the family. But she did love Fred, and sometimes, just sometimes, she would make sure he got a lot of what he wanted too.

Roxy was sorted into Gryffindor just like her brother, and her parents before her. She knew it was inevitable, and she would have been mad if she had been sorted anywhere else, because then she would have felt like an outsider in her home. She was also sorted into the same house as her cousin, Lily. She'd always gotten along pretty well with Lily, so she had a built in friend.

Roxy was never the good girl though. She'd begun a rebellious side when she entered her fourth year, but it had only started with small things when she was younger. Not doing her homework on time, not going to bed when she was told. Little kid stuff. As she got older she started to get into the party scene, sneaking out, drinking with some guys. She turned into the wild child. She didn't want to be the baby after a while, she wanted to stand out and be her own person. Perhaps she didn't go the right way about it.

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

YOUR NAME: Courtney
YEARS RPING: 5
CONTACT INFO: PM

You've got
style!

RP SAMPLE:

Tristan couldn't help but smile at some of the memories he'd had from his past bar experiences. He and Steph had first met because their friends had set them up on a blind date. It was a little awkward and weird, but they'd tried to go out on a couple more dates, but they just didn't have anything between them. After four failed dates, they'd decided to just stop trying, and somewhere along the line had created their game. They'd both turned out to be super competitive, and they'd spent the rest of the night collecting phone numbers and trying to one up each other. And thus their game and friendship/siblinghood had been created. "It's generally fun to get out with some mates and have fun just messing around. I'm sure you've had your own fun too," he said, but not bothering to ask. Girls didn't talk about it like guys did.

He couldn't help but smile at the memory, even though it still made him a bit sad. He didn't get why Tabitha had left, but she'd taken some of his things with her. Or at least he thought she did, he'd been missing some old sweatshirts when she left. But he could have lost them himself. He wasn't entirely sure. Alice in Wonderland is so girly. Most girls would enjoy it, and I do believe the tea party couldn't be a girlier chapter to love," he said, smiling. Of course it was girly, it was a girly story. But he would of course give her some crap about it. "I liked more manly stories when I was a lad. You know, Winnie-The-Pooh all the way." He actually knew for a fact his mother still had the complete tales of said bear sitting on a book shelf to one day read to his children. He'd never admit he as glad she kept it.

Tristan's uncle made him sad when he thought about him. He had always brought him and Justin presents, and it was always something cool. People had called Tristan crazy for wanting to go into the cursebreaking profession. He had seen his uncle's funeral when he was only twelve. Why would he want to do that? Because his uncle loved it. "Well he loved it so much. He would always have the coolest stories, the best presents, and great adventures. To a twelve year old... Well it doesn't sound like it gets much better. And then... Well he died, but I know he never would have stopped if he'd only been hurt, and well...." he motioned to his arms. He didn't plan to stop either.

No, Tabitha, you don't have the right to be upset that I have a life that didn't revolve around you! You left me. What was I supposed to think? I know I sure as hell wasn't cheating on you? You up and leave, no fucking trace as to where the hell you went or reason? My sex life without you is none of your damned business!" he yelled, which was true. She had left him, why would she care who he slept with? Tabitha was keeping him from leaving. He didn't even give a damn about his arms anymore, the sight of Tabitha was making him sick and pissed off. He wanted nothing more than to be out of here. "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS TABITHA! You just said not even two minutes ago that you did what you thought was right, which was leaving me and not telling me about Teagan! But you have the nerve to sit here and say that you didn't think it was right to keep her from me?"

He had gone back to pacing at that point, and had turned his back on her. He looked at the picture of Teagan. She looked just like Tabitha. Why hadn't he seen that it was her when he first got here? She hadn't changed that much, but he wasn't looking very hard. He was about to turn around and start talking again when another voice cut across. He turned slowly to see Teagan live and in person. His daughter. She was beautiful. She was his. He looked Tabby, then back to Teagan. "I'm not being mean to your mommy.... We were.... Just talking. Catching up. It's been a while since I've seen her..." He couldn't look at Teagan as he was saying this. He noticed that she was holding an old stuffed monkey, that looked very warn out. It was green and blue. He thought it looked familiar, when he noticed that it was the one he'd given Tabitha all those many years ago. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Yes she was his daughter... But he was no father. Tabby picked Teagan up and looked at him. "Tabitha..."'

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

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