weasley, nymphadora

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{ THE LIFE AND LOVES OF NYMPHADORA GRACE WEASLEY }

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Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day

Daydream
I dream of you and meet the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day.[/i][/color][/font]

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{ YOUANDIINALITTLETOYSHOP }

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buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.[/i][/color][/right]
YOUR NAME:
kitty
YOUR AGE:
nineteen
HOW YOU FOUND US:
proboards support
OTHER CHARACTERS:
zero at the mo
ANYTHING ELSE?:
i love 99 red balloons its a great song[/color][/font]

{ SETTHEMFREEATTHEBREAKOFDAWN }

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til one by one they were gone.[/i][/color][/right]
FULL NAME:
nymphadora grace weasley
NICKNAME{S}:
nymphie
AGE/YEAR:
seventeen
BIRTHDAY:
april fifth
HOUSE:
gryff
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE:
blood traitor/mudblood and proud
PET(S):
the beautiful fluffy chocolate colored tomcat gertrude with his cranky disposition and living sneakascope powers[/color][/font]

{ BACKATBASEBUGSINTHESOFTWARE }

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flash the message "something's out there".[/i][/color][/right]

GOALS & DREAMS:
always was and always will be the keeper on the holyhead harpies and then retiring to be a great mum with the perfect victorian house, a white picket fence, a willow tree with a swing, a back yard full of gnomes and the hottest hubby ever. hey a girl can dream right?
FEARS:
when i was a kid i was so afraid of an alligator under my bed but now i realize that id ridiculous. i hate and am extremely uncomfortable around spiders and bee. i don't like cold storms. but my worst fear is my family or friends dying.
STRENGTHS:
firstly, and i know it is not psychological but it keeps me sane and confident, quidditch. the rest are probably that i am an extremely loyal friend and though i can be a puss i get over my fears quickly. i will do anything to protect someone and i stand up for what i believe in. i will never become a sucker for the new dark lord.
WEAKNESSES:
oh do we have to? i am a sucker for romance and way to much of a dreamer to be good for me. i am stubborn and extremely jealous and i always fall for the bad boy image. i like a confident even cocky guy which leads to turmoil. i second guess myself a lot and i guess i party a bit to much. not to mention that when a game is coming up i can hardly eat and i nearly hex anyone who insults me or my team.

PERSONALITY:
well i have already said a lot but i am a very open minded person who wouldn't dream of putting anything that has or once had a face in my mouth. i guess i take on after my mum with the whole equal rights thing. i am a lot like my dad though tactless, dim witted, but the most loyal friend you could have. i guess i am a bit more confident though. i am brave and adventurous and love a good challenge but hate to be beat. i hate having anything taken from me and am reckless, stubborn, and extremely jealous. [/color][/font]

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call the troops out in a hurry.[/i][/color][/right]
WAND:
twelve and a quarter inches willow and ashwinder ash
PATRONUS:
colt
BOGGART:
anyone i love dead or injured. i heard way to many stories as a child i guess.
MIRROR OF ERISED:
my picture of perfection utterly happy with a troop of kids a perfect husband and wearing my holyhead harpies robes.
SPECIAL:
if i could i would love to be an animagus because i just know nymphie would be amazing at transfiguration. after all the stories about her uncles father and such she would practice non stop. i am guessing from her personality it would be a dog. loyal and determined you know? an amber long haired retriever maybe? a big doofy one with large green eyes and red tinted toes.
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{ THISISWHATWE'VEWAITEDFOR }

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this is it boys, this is war.[/i][/color][/right]
HAIR COLOR:
auburn red
EYE COLOR:
green with blue and gold flecks throughout and an orange rim
SKIN TONE:
peachy with loads of freckles on the nose and shoulders
BODY BUILD:
tall and lanky with a small bust and slightly protruding hip bones
HEIGHT:
5'9"
WEIGHT:
139 lbs.
PLAYBY:
marion raven[/color][/font]

{ IT'SALLOVERANDI'MSTANDINGPRETTY}

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in the dust that was a city.[/i][/color][/right]
PARENTS:
ron and hermione weasley
SIBLINGS:
rose, hugo, and my twin ___
OTHER FAMILY:
way to many cousins to add up but i am closest with mégane and ___ because we are the same age.
HOMETOWN:
ottery st. catchpole
HISTORY:
born to ron billius weasley and hermione jean granger weasley nymphadora was the third sibling of her family just three minutes before her twin brother ___. it seemed that from the very beginning nymphadora would struggle to adventure and drag her brother along with her. she enjoyed wandering about their house in ottery st catchpole and deceiving her parents to think she was an angel. her father especially fell for this trick seeing her as the baby girl and his princess, he would give her anything. nymphadora beat her brother to everything the first steps, the first tooth, the first word. it seemed he was not sure of himself enough to try unless she had already accomplished the action. with her every step nymphadora grew into herself more, became more assured and tried harder to push herself to be more. she fell in love with quidditch at the age of just one with her mini broom sweeping about the room and clumsily bumping over valued items. she listened to her fathers stories of how the minimen defeated the evil moldy voldy couch potato which evolved slowly to voldemort and the order. though she feared the stories and they caused many nightmares for her and her brother nymphadora wanted so badly to defeat the moldy voldy.

as she grew to talk and act on her own it did not take long for her to renounce her name and tell her parents that she was nymphie not nymphadora. her mother got a laugh from that saying she was just like tonks and once again she corrected her with nymphie not tonks. slowly she honed her flying skills and eventually even started to play with her siblings and cousins in the back yard. though she was very close to her brother the two were nothing alike in the least. she was adventurous and to curious for her own good. when he would sit inside and learn to read she would opt for a game on her training broom. her father was quite proud of his quidditch princess and her interest whereas her mother rejoiced her brothers eagerness to learn. slowly a rift formed between her and her mother she saw her as the woman that took up her fathers attention. th woman who only praised her brother and not her when she was so proud of her flying. from the age of four on her and her mum were constantly having a ro.

as she grew nymphie learned of romance and continued on in her dreamy world where being a wife and quidditch star with both possible. she took a slight interest in both boys and girls but never really thought of it. her wild side kicked in and she became a bit rebellious at the age of nine and all the relatives thought if any weasley was she would surely be a slytherin, but it takes more than wildness to change the stars. finally as the girl was able to move with an easy grace on her broomstick and spent plenty of time reading up on transfiguration in her preparation to be an animagus, she got her hogwarts letter. raking with doubts and worries but easily the most eager to board the train nymphie donned her robes before she had even left the house. traveling anxiously she was finally under the hat and then in her proffered house. though she was a bit upset that her twin was in ravenclaw she had seen it coming. more than anything she wished to be on the team so she tried out and she was not accepted, there were older more able players available.

spending most of her time studying, playing, and practicing her favorite sport nymphie was not bored of the school. casually she noticed the rivalries in families and houses, in blood potency and quidditch. the bit of her that was like her mother wondered why they fought at all. the larger portion of weasley and gryffindor pride saw them as dirty and foul evil gits. but a growing juliet must always have her romeo right? the forbidden love, the passion, or what she would have liked to have been. nymphie developed a crush that bordered on love for the malfoy four years her senior, scorpius to be exact. whats not to like cool, cocky, and just the right amount of talent. but the borderline love faded when he graduated and, though he still pops up in her thoughts sometimes, nymphie knows that he probably never thinks of her. though her tastes have not become more refined she has found a new man to dote apon and has no reason why, lysander scamander, aloof mischievous and downright beautiful. from her second year onward she was the gryffindor seeker and proud beyond reason. now a striking mix of intelligence and talent she has her well deserved captaincy and is not afraid to flaunt it. [/color][/font]

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ninety nine red balloons go by.[/color][/i][/right]

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

another time another place
same old you and me
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lipping off her bed in the early hours of the morning she rose before even the sun to see him. It was not that she was scared nor was she lonely she just wanted to feel his warmth and breath in his scent for a while. Even if he was a skank he was the closest thing to love she had ever come to. Clad in her silky negligee, which was only buttoned at the top whether from carelessness or with a plan she could not choose. The girl winced as her bare feet met the cool of the stone floor and she scampered quite inelegantly across the dormitory until she met the door. With a quick check in the dozing mirror she flicked a messy strand of hair into place and then moved quickly to pull the door ajar. Sneaking silently through the thin opening she hoped she had not awoken anyone, not that she cared what they thought about her sneaking into his bed but more so because she did not want to here the complaints and have the urge to hex everyone into oblivion. She was already feeling that this day would turn out poor and wanted to remedy that feeling as quickly as magically possible.

T[/size]he carpeted floor of the common room sent relief through her chilled bones and for a moment she thought of simply sinking into the arm chair before the emerald flames, but that moment was quickly vanquished by her yearning for his warmth. The girl once again set out on her journey, tiptoeing across the darkened room with only the flicker of the fire and the glow of the gilded ceiling to light her way. Luckily, for her, the girl was very used to the rooms in the dungeons after seven years of exploration. Finally she reached the heavy wooden door and again her fingers hesitated as she reached for the knob. 'What if he gets startled and yells at me? No he would do that to anyone else, anyone but me.' she inwardly reassured her cowardly self. Plunging on she slipped into the boys dormitory and moved three beds in and to the left, it was so familiar to her now. She hoped he was not off again with one of the many girls he used, for more reason than the one she kept using to trick herself. Sure she wanted to be near him but she knew it was more than that, knew it and hated it to the very pit of her being. She hated the idea that she, the Ice Queen herself, might need somebody else in her life.

O[/size]nce again she examined the situation and convinced herself to move on. A groaning from her left caused her to startle and whimper lightly. For some strange reason she was so utterly defenseless at that moment that she might cry, she might if she didn't hate the feeling of tears in her eyes so very much. 'Three more steps and I am there. Two more. One.' fingering the heavy brocade of the emerald hangings she peeked and icy blue eye in and a small smile twitched on her lips. There he was her best friend and confidant the only one she though maybe one day she might try relying on. Now that she was taking in his handsome proportions nothing held her back, no guilt, no fear, she wanted him. Without a word to warn the sleeping very *friendly* person she felt her knees rise and as she pulled back the covers and slipped into his bed she sighed with only relief in her mind. Shuffling closer she felt as if she glowed in the darkness of the veiled home of their sins, it wasn't her really but the green of her silky short pajamas, if you could call them that. Hushing a sigh she breathed his name "Rhys" as her fingers worked up to rest on his shoulder opposite her. Sliding in until there was no room between them and his musk and her lilac scents combined she kissed lightly on his neck and waited for him to wake.
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ANYTHING ELSE?:
you forgot to add lorcan and lysander scamander to the cannons. they are the twin sons of luna lovegood scamander and rolf scamander. their ages are not given so can they be seventeen pretty please?
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[victoire lupin]

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