Dominique Weasley [WIP]

[Dominique Weasley]

DOMINIQUEGABRIELLEWEASLEY
"I'm a punk rock prom queen
Brown paper magazine
Hotter than you've ever seen
Everywhere and between
I'm a ten ticket thrill ride
Don't you wanna come inside?
Five star triple threat
Hardest of the hard to get
No one's little red corvette
Ain't seen nothing like me yet”

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i reached out, fell short
NOW YOU'RE HURT, TOO MANY WORDS
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NAME: Dominique Gabrielle Weasley
AGE: twelve
OCCUPATION: student
DOB: August 16th
POB: Shell Cottage, England, The World
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff
WAND: Cherry wood, just shy of 10 inches, dragon heartstring
PATRONUS: When she learns to do the spell, it will be a fennec fox.
BOGGART: Inferi
ANIMAGUS: N/A

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breaking the silence
I FELT IT, BLED IT, SCREAMED IT
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PERSONALITY: Dominique has an image to keep up. She’s always been the brat, the one with the spunk, and she intends to keep it that way. With Victoire being the motherly type, and Louis being the cuteness, she had to find some sort of label. And if it meant being the imp, then she’d be the imp.

She may only be twelve, but she’s always been the ringleader of her friends and younger family members. She’s had to develop a colorful and demanding presence, and she does well perpetuating that pretense.

Often bored, she’ll do anything for a bit of adventure. No one really knows what she’s trying to prove, or to whom, but it’s apparent that her boldness isn’t for naught. Her tough attitude and scruffy apparel can’t hide that one day she’ll be just as pretty as her mother and sister, even if she throws a couple tantrums along the way.

Childish and selfish, Dominique is sweet despite herself. She’s quite caring, and it really tears her up to see anyone hurt, physically or emotionally. Don’t let her foul language and loud mouth fool you, she’s completely harmless, and a bit uncertain about growing up.

LIKES:
Ice cream, because everyone loves sweets
Cats, sooooooo cute
Her family, because, c’mon
Anime and manga, because she has to have some hobbies, right?
Her dad, he has a special place in her heart
Heart shapes, because she’s secretly quite a romantic
DISLIKES:
French, and her lack of talent at speaking it

APPEARANCE: describe your character physically

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it only gets worse
AND IT KILLS ME WATCHING ME
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MOTHER: Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour) [39]
FATHER: father's name [42]
SIBLINGS: Victoire [17], Louis [8]
HISTORY: your character's life so far
BEHIND THE FACE/SECRETS: everyone has secrets....

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too angry for us to survive
I USED TOO MANY WORDS TONIGHT
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OOC NAME: Susi
AGE: fourteen
CONTACT: email, PM, c-box
RP SAMPLE:

Dominique swore fluently in French. Unfortunately that was the best she could do. Louis and Victorie spoke their mother's native tongue perfectly, where she stumbled over conjugated vowels and awkward pronunciation. She simply identified more with her fiery dad then her icy mother and pretty siblings. Dominique Wesley was a true daddy's girl.

That's why, on that particular day, she was waiting at a sparsely populated subway station. For lack of anything better to do, she had asked her father to drop her off in muggle London that morning, and pick her up at their usual spot after work. It was something the father and daughter did almost regularly. On summer mornings Bill would leave for work with Dominique in tow, and while he worked she would wander around and wonder at marvels like the newest kitchen appliance or battery.

Then by three o'clock she was bored, and would head over to the subway station to wait for her father for an hour and a half. This particular metro had trains pass by on the half-hour, which made for a good clock substitute.

She was sitting, at the moment, on her favorite bench. It faced North, which she was sure she had read somewhere was good luck. Or maybe Aunt Hermione had said so. Or maybe she had made it up. Either way, it was rather comfortable, as far as benches go.

Dominique was fidgeting with her hair, something she often did. She liked her hair; it was violently red and slightly curly. If any passing muggles did notice her, they'd most likely spot her hair and not that the book she was reading was entitled, The True Story of Little Red.

It was an interesting book, one that Victoire had lent her. It detailed the "true" story of Little Red Riding Hood, a witch named Scarlett Hood, who had been scandalously involved with a werewolf named Benjamin Badd. According to the plot, she had tried to leave him, and he had gotten angry, so she tried to flee to her grandmother's house. And then a dashing young man named Hunter Woods fell in love with her, and challenged the wolf-man to a duel, which he won. Dominique was sure it was full of crap, but it was an interesting retelling anyway.

Fortunately the delicately pretty redhead hadn't drawn that much attention. With an over-sized blue hoodie and matching ski cap, she successfully hid anything most men found worth paying attention to. Her long legs were hidden underneath comfortably baggy gray sweatpants, and her feet were clad in an old pair of trainers.

The four-thirty train came rushing past, blowing strands of hair into her face, and making the pages of her book flutter wildly. When it had passed she smiled up at the scarred man now sitting next to her.

"Hello, daddy," she said. "How was work?"

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