Name: Mareike Marie Weasley
Nickname: Rei, and my dad calls me M
Gender: Female
Birthdate: May 20
Orientation: Straight
House: Ravenclaw
Occupation: Student
Grade: Seventh year
Age: 17
Species: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood
Ability: Apparition and Disapparition
Relationship: Single
Patronus: Dragon
Wand: Dragon heartstring, rowan, just a little less than 10 inches
Pet: Cat named Azrael




Love it?
+Quidditch
+Animals, especially magical beasts
+Flying
+My father
+Studying
+A good book

Hate it?
-My mother
-Being lied to, especially by family
-Boredom
-Not doing something with my time
-Classes that are too easy
-Mushrooms

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+My brains
+My passion
+My family
-My passion
-My temper
-My dad

Fears?!

• Not living up to my father's expectations
  
• Having to make a speech
  
• Losing my dad

Full Personality:

I think my personality changed a little bit over the last couple of months. I used to be very driven and outgoing. I was even really happy all the time, especially when I was able to study or do some kind of school related work. Now? Well, I'm still very driven, but I found out that I've only been lied to my entire life, so now I'm pissed about that. I'm slowly coming to terms why my father lied to me, but it still hurt. Now I'm focusing my energy into my classes, my happy places, and any anger I still have, I'm leaving as much of that out on the Quidditch pitch as I possibly can. It kind of is a lot since I'm a Beater for Ravenclaw, and I'm very good at the position.

Celebrity Play-By: Minka Kelly
Eyes: Brown
Skin: White
Hair: Brown
Scars/Marking:
Build: Petite



Mother: I don't care
Father: Charlie Weasley
Siblings: None
Spouse:
Children:
Other: Lots of cousins, grandparents Molly and Arthur Weasley as well as uncles and aunts
History:

I was born somewhere. That's really all I know. My dad is a dragonologist and so is my mother, whoever she is. I was told she died having me, but just this past summer, I found out, she just didn't want me. My father brought me back home soon after I was born, to my grandparents', and I was raised by them for the most part. My dad came home when he could.

When I was 11, just like all the other witches and wizards in my family, I was accepted into Hogwarts. When I went up to be sorted, the Sorting Hat kept going back and forth in placing me in Gryffindor, which I thought it would be a given since my dad and his entire side of the family was Gryiffindor, including my grandparents, or Ravenclaw. That was weird because I had no idea Ravenclaw would be an option. I did love schoolwork of any kind, especially the kind that challenged me. I knew Ravenclaws were always the type that were brilliant. Finally, though, the Sorting Hat put me into Ravenclaw. I know my cousins were surprised, but I was happy with it. I would've been happy in either House.

However, over the summer, after finding out that my mother actually did not want me, period, I confronted my father about it. He told me what happened and while I was pissed to find out from him that he was lying to me my entire life, I was really more pissed that my own mother didn't even want me. I still don't understand that and maybe that's why I'm still pissed? I hate not understanding things. He told me that everything about bringing me to live with my grandparents was true though, that I was a newborn babe and growing up, was great here. But it really hurt to know that I was so unwanted by one person a child would think would be wanted by.

So I'm back at Hogwarts, my happy place, at least when I'm in class. Any anger I still have, gets put into playing as a Beater for Ravenclaw in Quidditch. It really does help, but I'm sure that knowledge will forever be ingrained in my mind.

RP Sample:

Logan got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist after he dried his hair. He wiped the foggy mirror with his hand and quickly ran a brush through his short hair. He wasn't too worried about styling it, since he was just going to mess it up anyway after he pulled a shirt over his head.

Instead, he walked out of the bathroom and over to the little dresser where he put what little clothes he could stuff in his saddle bags, an extra pair of pants and a couple of shirts plus some socks. He pulled the towel off of him and dropped it on the floor, not even caring if Angel, who was still asleep in his bed, woke up and saw him in the buff.

Username: mareike
Cbox/What we will call you by: Cindie
How long have you RP'd: A long time
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