WEASLEY, molly-willamina

[molly-willamina weasley]

MOLLYWILLAMINAWEASLEY
look. i'm standing NAKED before you.

lovely conjunctions and phrases
PLAYS ON A FEW WORDS YOU NEVER MEANT

full name: When you hear the name Molly it doesn't really mean anything. Add Weasley to it and the name might remind you of a family that was once well known. To Molly herself her name is just that. The name of her grandmother, hand me down and so lazily given to her. That's why her middle name Willamina is so important to her. Although an ugly and distasteful name Molly feels that it is the one thing that separates her from the rest of her family which is why she insists on being called Molly Willamina. If you don't she gets rather agitated.

alias/nicknames: Since she goes by Molly-Willamina, Molly would ultimately be the way to shorten her name, but only if she lets you call her that which she usually doesn't. The only way to shorten Molly on it's own would probably be something like Molls, but if she doesn't even let you call her Molly there's no chance you'd be able to get away with Molls.

gender: female

age: sixteen

birth date: It was a hot summer night when Molly-Willamina was born. About 11 PM to be un-exact, on August the tenth.

hometown: Molly-Willamina was born in Manchester, England in the house that Percy and Audrey bought together to get away from both their families, Percy's being in St. Catchpole and Audrey's being just on the outside of the city.

heritage: Yes, the gurl born on August 10th at about 11 pm came from one pure-blood and a muggle, incidentally making this witch a half-blood.

house and year: Yes her loud obnoxiousness seemed to have translated as 'brave' to a certain sorting hat who put her in Gryffindor, the house she's been in for around five years, this year being her sixth.

wand information: Molly-Willamina's wand is much different from most other's in her family. It's like she has no magical connection to them whatsoever. At six inches the oak stick of wood contains a core of jobberknoll feather.

other magical devices: Molly-Willamina possesses no magical paraphernalia of her own. Come on, she's not that special.

it's never quite that innocent
SO TAKE IT BACK ALL THE WORDS YOU SAID

distinguishing features: Big metal leg braces that start at the arch of her foot and cover her legs just to her mid thighs.

appearance overview: Unlike most Weasleys Molly-Willamina has not adopted the classic red hair look, much to her father's disappointment. Instead her hair is a jet black, her mother's deep brown hair most likely being a factor. However, Molly's pride in her dark hair is just one more thing Percy hates about her and it makes Molly-Willamina wonder why he didn't just marry a red-head.

Again unlike most of her family Molly-Willamina has a dark look in her eyes which is mostly brought on by deep thoughts and sleepless night thinking about them. Although they are brown something about the way she looks at you gives them a darker tint until they blend in with her pupils.

Molly-Willamina is short, thanks to her legs and whatever is wrong with them. She hasn't made a very good point of growing over the past few years and stands only at 4'3". That, however, seems to be the least of Molly-Willamina's problems. Molly-Willamina is small all around. Not only does she stand at a short height but her overall weight is also a small number of 96 pounds. As you've noticed there is not much to this Molly-Willamina. Because of her lack of weight there is nothing to her body but a shapeless pile of flesh and bone. She's hardly got any chest and no figure to speak of which makes her look lanky and feel bony. She's definitely not comfortable to hold close or hug.

Personal yes, style no. Although she could have access to near anything on the market what Molly-Willamina chooses to wear is definitely not considered stylish. With both a collection of old robes from her grand parents and thrift shops, and various muggle accessories and additions Molly-Willamina's style is more of a lack of.

Everyone describes Molly-Willamina differently. Some would say she was gothic, others might just say crazy, and many would agree that she looks to much like a muggle to even be legal. But there is one thing that everyone would agree on and that is that Molly-Willamina is different.

If her clothes aren't eye popping and head turning enough, let's take a look at everything else shall we? If the fact that she doesn't exactly fit into society isn't enough, her biggest problem is that she doesn't even fit in with the rest of her family. She's got no resemblance to most of them and her father shows clear distaste for it. Her hair is not red as a Weasley's hair should be and to drive her father really off the edge she's got it cut at a boy's length and styled so that it sticks out in every which way. To add to the non-Weasley factor she hasn't got a freckle in sight and has colourless skin as white as a ghost. But, even after all that, these are not the things that ultimately make Molly-Willamina different.

Beyond the face, beyond the name, and standing underneath the limp skimpy body there are legs. Legs that might as well not be there. For they are near useless things that get even more useless as time goes on and that bear large metal contraptions from the arch of the foot to the mid thigh. The braces that she wears are noticeable and almost unhideable and are necessary for her to walk. The clink every time she moves, announcing her presence and are definitely the real attraction repellent.

Despite all her weirdness this does not harm her confidence. She's got a presence that alone could turn heads without the wild hair and clinking legs. The fact that she is short has never stopped her from making her mark on any place she goes.

portrayed by: Aysu Ergin

there's a burning inside of my soul
WE ALL WANT MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE LIFE

likes: books, music, early mornings, reading in the dark, debating, walking, singing, playing piano, earl gray tea everyday at four o'clock, analyzing things

dislikes: school, family, being disturbed in the middle of the night, leg braces, perfection, limits, hospitals, green tea, know it alls, hypocrites

strengths: determination, school work, creativity

weaknesses: performing magic, her disconnection with her family, physically weak

skills: Molly-Willamina's skills lie in what she likes to do, it's only unfortunate that most people haven't had the time to recognize that. She's very intelligent, but in a way that is so out of the box no one really recognizes it. She's also skillful in the things she creates, music mostly, but since she's not supposed to be good at music no one really noticed that either.

goals: Molly-Willamina does not want to take over the world, become the ministress of magic or change someone's life... other than her own. All she wants to achieve is her parents' affection. She's never been good enough for them, and she doesn't plan on being good enough for them. She just wants them to acknowledge that she's theirs and they can't dis-own her or anything of the sort.

fears: Although she'd never admit it Molly-Willamina fears being completely alone. That's not to say, however, that she can't spend the week alone at home, no that's not so bad and similar things had been done before. What she fears is having no one to go to. Although she would never admit it, completely loosing all connections to her family would kill her. This is why she talks so much to absolutely everyone. She doesn't want to be left on her own.

patronus: Molly-Willamina still remains unable to form a patronus, not because of her not dominant wizarding gens, more so because her personality has no definite form. She can't channel one piece of herself into the patronus because there are just to many little pieces. So until she can get a hold of herself she won't be casting a patronus any time soon. But if she could cast a patronus it'd probably be something like a giraffe, high as the sky and just as outlandish.

personality overview: If there was one way to describe Molly-Willamina it'd be loud. Everything about her is loud, her voice, her words, her music, her appearance, even her thoughts are loud especially when she chooses to speak them. She doesn't have much a filter mostly because the way she's estranged from her family has lead her to lead her life the way she wants. That being said, however, she never speaks souly to be mean. She lives in her own little world and as long as it's like that there are ways around things.

But of course, there is more than one way to describe Molly-Willamina. She is actually kind, for she's been given no reason not to be kind. Just because she has an opinion doesn't mean she has to mean about it. She's also very passionate and takes pride in her work, even where others don't. Friends are some of the most important things in the world to her and anyone who she hasn't scared off yet is a keeper.

everyone's scared somebody knows
WE HOLD IT INSIDE, YEAH, THAT'S HOW IT GOES

immediate family:Percival Ignatius Weasley, better known as Percy is Molly-Willamina's highly demanding and perfectionist father. From head boy at Hogwarts to ministry official Percy has always expected Molly-Willamina to be as productive he has. Maybe it's the pure blood in him that craves authority and overall perfection, but as long as that lives within him he will not get the respect he wishes for from Molly-Willamina.

Surprisingly, however, perfect married a muggle gurl. Audrey Weasley broke what could have been a perfect bloodline with Molly first, then two years later Lucy, by producing two imperfect gurls. Imperfect as in half-blooded gurls, though of course, what Molly-Willamina turned out to be was more than imperfect.

Molly-Willamina's younger sister, although had been shadowed by Molly-Willamina's loud presence for the first few years of her life, is now the family favorite. Lucy Weasley is nothing like her sister especially as Molly-Willamina grows more distant.

extended family: Really? Pffft. There's so many of them. But to sum it all up any of the weasleys/potters are pretty much a go.

pets: None of her own, unless you want to count her sister's cat that she also doesn't own. She doesn't even have an owl, but what does she need it for anyways? It's not like she's dying to stay in touch with her family.

history: Once upon a time there lived the most perfectest family in the world made up of three people: Percy, Audrey and Lucy. If this Weasley family were to write a biography on themselves chances are that Molly-Willamina would be left right out. At the most she might get a four word+digit blurb at the back of the book "Daughter Molly-Willamina is 13." And that is how she's lived her life for the past thirteen years.

So, let's start with the beginning of the Weasley's non-existent biography starting with the fact that a certain unsuspecting Percy Weasley tried to live his whole life in all of twenty minutes, and an even more unsuspecting Audrey who had no idea that this man or anything that came with him [ie the magic stuff] even existed.

Audrey's muggle family was proud and the only one's who showed up to the wedding. At the time Percy was still slightly detached from his family because of his support for the ministry and his family's belief in Voldemort's return. So the wedding went quietly, barely a fact to the Weasley's half of the family, and so did Molly-Willamina's birth.

Born on the tenth of August the tenth any knowledge of her life barely existed on the Weasley's side of the family. Audrey's family, on the other hand, were overjoyed. To bad the same could not be said for the happy couple.

Just months after her birth the pair had already picked up a flaw. Her legs didn't seem to be working properly. They near never moved and when they did the child would cry like it hurt or something. She was taken to healers who'd announced her to have an unknown birth defect, but by that time another child was already on the way. The couple, although heartbroken by the news, had long before given up on the first child [for she didn't even have red hair] and unanimously agreed they would settle for nothing less than perfection.

When Lucy was born Audrey and Percy tried to start paying less and less attention to Molly-Willamina, which was hard considering her outstanding loud presence. They of course did what they needed to do as responsible parents, but only the bare minimum. They fed her, clothed her with hand me downs and made sure she didn't die. When it was announced that there was no healing cure for whatever she had Molly-Willamina's parents slapped on a pair of leg braces on her and was finished with the matter. They'd already accepted the fact that she was not perfect, but after that they didn't want any involvement. But she still kept trying for attention.

When she didn't know any better Molly-Willamina would make lots of noise, forcing her parents to be on her every single move so that she didn't cause complete chaos in the house. It was in the first few years of Lucy's life that Audrey and Percy had much devoted attention to keeping Molly-Willamina out of trouble.

Life eventually picked up though, even if it was a little rocky. Both parents had steady jobs that brought in fair amounts of money, much of it going towards Molly-Willamina's medical bills. The events, however, did not dull both of their expectations for their children.

By the time Molly-Willamina figured out how to get around at about the age of five little Lucy was already running circles around her. Their parents were so proud, and so was everyone else in the family. By now Percy was beginning to break the ice with his family, even if both sides were reluctant. Audrey and Percy were more than happy to show off Lucy as their daughter, but Molly-Willamina always remained Lucy's sister. This is about when Lucy began to give herself her own identity.

From an early age Molly-Willamina had showed an unidentified interest in music. The Weasleys had a little upright piano in the hall just for decoration, and always Molly-Willamina's starting point. She'd always use the bench to help her stand up before attempt to walk wherever she was going. However, any actual playing of the piano was somewhat forbidden. If she couldn't even stand upright properly, how could they expect her to create beautiful music? Answer: they didn't. Any time she was caught touching the keys she was pulled off by mommy or daddy. But that never stopped her.

The thing that fascinated Molly-Willamina the most about the piano was the pedals. She didn't have incredible control over any part of her lower body, the co-ordination it took to lift and lower the pedal at the same time as your hands were playing was an intense goal for the girl. She started off trying to tap her foot to any rhythm of any music she heard, and whenever her parents weren't home she'd bang purposelessly on the piano.

Her parents didn't take her many places. They always took Lucy. Molly-Willamina would just slow them down. Many a day was spent alone in the Weasley house for Molly-Willamina, but as she grew older and became more independent it started to matter less and less. In fact, as Molly-Willamina started hating her family more, alone time was the best thing that could ever happen to her.

But when alone, no one was there to witness the girl's incredible talent. And I'm not talking about music this time. It seemed that the girl had inherited both her parents' incredible minds and was a real thinker. She'd go through book after book, day after day, picking up the vocabulary, debating with herself about the concepts in each book. This talent was not clearly displayed when she made Gryffindor house at Hogwarts. She was still just some silly girl standing up there alone in those hand me down robes and her thoroughly read.

Two years later everyone was overjoyed for Lucy when she made the same house after her sister, but no one really seemed to remember there was another girl in the family. The two parents never really visited their families and Lucy was the one who always made the front of the Christmas card, so there was no support for Molly-Willamina anywhere besides her leg braces which seemed to be the only thing really holding her up in life.

As time went on Molly-Willamina began to grow into her own person. Without any influence from her parents Molly-Willamina became a loud-mouth - the exact opposite of what Percy and Audrey had wanted her to be and the exact opposite of her prodigy (or at least that's how Molly-Willamina saw her) sister. The only catch was Molly-Willamina was smart. She had good points and her parents could not ignore that. Molly-Willamina was good at arguing to a point where her parents had to give in once in a while, but never without reminder her of how much of a nuisance she was. It didn't, however, work so well on the teachers at Hogwarts.

At school Molly-Willamina found herself suffering much abuse from teachers. They didn't like her outlandish ways, outspoken outbursts. Many punishments and detentions were suffered on Molly-Willamina's part because the one thing no one can teach her is how to keep her yap shut.

As she grew older too the music came better. She taught herself the piano on her spare time and always played at Hogwarts when she could in the old choir room. Life at school was always better than it was at home. Although teachers hated her [she had an argument for absolutely everything and never failed to state what she was thinking] she took well to people, even when they didn't take well to her. Maybe it's just out of sheer loneliness but Molly-Willamina talks to everyone. She just can't see a reason why not to. However, at the same time there are people out there who think it's fun to mock her funny little brace legged strut. She doesn't mind though. She thinks it's funny too.

But why? Why the strut, and the poor legs, and the big braces. Well I'll tell you why. Audrey's muggle gens seem to have taken domination over Molly-Willamina's body. Maybe that's why the off-coloured hair, not to mention Molly-Willamina sucks at magic, but it's also definitely why cancer lives in her spinal chord. That's right, bone marrow sucking leukemia has slipped un-noticed into her back, affecting the function of her legs. It was unidentified by the healers because it is a muggle disease with no cure or recognition for it in the wizarding world how will Molly-Willamina ever be fixed?

Molly-Willamina likes to think never. Her utter imperfectness is exactly what she wants her parents to see her as, but also what she wishes they loved her for. However, the way her spell casting grades are plummeting there's a very slim chance they'll ever be able to accept her.

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roleplay sample:

Imagine that distinctive feeling you get when you see a pervert masturbating in a dark ally in front of a twelve-year-old girl. Imagine the unmistaken disgust you feel walking into a room with food stains on the sofa and dirty laundry strewn all over the floor. Imagine the uncontrollable calmness that instantly washes over you upon entering a library. These are your first impressions and 99.9% of the time they are never wrong. When you get an unshakeable feeling you know it’s always right, but you know what they say: ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover.’

Now, let’s think about this: if you ignored the sick feeling that you got from the masturbating pervert at the end of the ally where would you be now? Come on, admit it: you’d be right after that twelve year old girl and you know it. Because, no, there is not more to the creepy feeling than meets the eye. You saw the guy being a pervert, and that’s exactly what he is. So don’t ignore the feelings, don’t go down the ally when you know you shouldn’t. Things don’t always have to go into depth and there are more than enough people in this world who look at things just the way they are. This evening it came in the shape of a lanky tomboyish girl in combat boots.

Tori knew cafes only to well. Although she’d only ever been in one once or twice she knew better than anyone that them damn coffee shops were nothing more but undersized diners for bookworms and cheep tippers. Maybe it was just her grudge speaking out against the memory of getting booed of the stage of one of these cheap shacks, but I must admit: it doesn’t take an expert to pick up the boring atmosphere and high class expectations. Honestly, if you were going to be that way, what was the point? Tori had gotten an unmistakable impression and had avoided such places ever since, but I suppose today was an exception.

Tori had originally passed the place this morning on her way to a previous engagement she’d had at a pub not far from where she was now. It was the sign that had caught her attention. Pasted on the glass door of the little café was a sign that clearly read ‘open music slots.’ Inside Tori’s head was an alarm that clearly shouted ‘You need the money.’ It was true. Times were tough for Tori and her petty bar job wasn’t quite doing it. She’d been getting work wherever she could lately, even if it meant performing slow jazz hits in pathetic little coffee shops. At the end of her day today Tori took the long way home and checked every eatery’s window to see if there were available slots, but still, the only place that was offering was that café. Now, this evening, it was Tori’s goal to get the job and get out before she could remind herself how much she actually didn’t like these places.

Now, standing in front of that glass door, Tori peered inside. As far as she could see there was no one inside except for two busy girls…waitresses…janitors? Whatever they were Tori hoped they had the authority to give out paying jobs. After rolling her eyes at the two typical women doing typical women things Tori pushed open the glass door of the café with two hands and entered.

If you were sitting in that café and you saw an undersized, lanky girl in army boots and an orange, flowery dress, what kind of impression would you get from her? As soon as Tori entered the café, floppy black hat covering her face, the room seemed to light up just that much more. There was a different energy surrounding Tori and even though she may not have noticed it she seemed to bring something vibrant everywhere she went. I don’t want to say it was a positive energy as Tori was thinking ‘An hour till closing and no customers, my show will be a hoot’ but it was definitely an active energy. Even if Tori had taken the hat off to reveal her ill and tired self you would have gotten the exact same energy, because first impressions are always right.

Casually, Tori walked right up to the front counter, passing one of the girls dusting a table and some nervous bloke in a booth. Tori didn’t acknowledge either of the two. Hell! She barely noticed them. Instead she leaned confidently against the counter’s edge and waited for one of the girls to serve her.

’Can I help you?’ asked the girl who’d been dusting.

’Yeah, I saw the sign on the door…’

The conversation was loud enough for anyone in the place to hear, including the guy in the booth, but Tori didn’t care. It’s not like she was discussing super secret shit or anything, and it’s not like she knew anyone was here anyways. In the end she’d gotten the job. They said they’d try her out this week at this exact time and if she was any good she could be a regular during the day. It didn’t satisfy her but it was a paying job and she needed the money. The only problem was if the activity of this place stayed the way it was now every night she had no chance. But, again, it was a paying job.

Mumbling with slight disappointment Tori ordered herself a strong, steaming hot, cup of coffee. Maybe it’d help keep her awake so she didn’t fall asleep with some unknown hoar, not that she’d get a job tonight. No one here wanted to shag her, she wasn’t up to the American standards of what a pretty girl was. Back in England she would’ve faired ok, Mr. Wyan clearly hadn’t thought that she was that fatally unattractive. But what with all the popular actresses on the screen these days Tori was finding that she couldn’t keep up. Still, coffee seemed like a good idea. Maybe it’d help the constant soreness in her throat. She’d never really understood the concept of coffee, she’d never really had a cup of coffee, but maybe you can’t always judge a book by its cover? Although Tori still wasn’t convinced that there was more to everything than met the eye, she was willing to try a cup – that was clear desperation.

Holding the warm cup in her hands, Tori took a sip. She closed her eyes as she headed toward the door and waited to see if the caffeine would kick in. Instead, something else happened. The woman tripped over her feet. Her eyes opened wide and the liquid from her cup spilled all over herself and the table that the nervous bloke was sitting at.

”I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed.

All of a sudden her confidence was gone. The woman who’d entered was not the woman who was now frantically begging for this man’s forgiveness. She seemed to have shrunk and the struggling girl who was literally dying inside was showing. Maybe there actually is more to things than meets the eye.