Behind the Mask
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With a Story to Tell
Full Name :: Elizabeth Geneva Weasley
Nicknames :: Liz, Lizzy, Crazy Lizzy
Sexual Orientation :: bisexual
Wand :: 14 inches, Hippogriff feather, Kaya
Blood Status :: 3/4 blood
Birthday :: April 13
Age :: seventeen


You’re Looking Better By The Minute
Avatars :: xx
Celebrity Face :: Hayley Williams

Call Me a Joker, Call Me a Fool
Likes ::

the color orange
Juice
Quidditch
Dying her hair
Her brother
Laughing
Her Father
Her Uncle George
Different cultures
Music {any type}
Muggle Clothes
Thunder Storms
Money
Fruit
Younger Children
Swimming
Kickboxing
Trying new things out
Sleeping
Cooking
Pranks
Her Friends
Converses
Breaking out into song
Campy muggle movies

Dislikes ::

secrets
Rude people
Her brother
School
Reading
Sweets
Coffee
Bullying
People who judge people because of their looks
People in pain
People who abuse their power
Being bossed around
Smoking
Being woken up
Bad Food
People who can’t be a take a joke
Technology
Bad hair days

Strengths ::

Physically strong
Understanding
Open minded
Potions
Loyal
Clever when it comes to pranks
Seeing the brighter side of things
Has a green thumb
Thinking outside the box
Cooking

Weakness ::

ADHD
School
Come backs
Holding her tongue
Short temper
Stubborn at times
Lazy
Doesn’t think of the consequences// doesn’t think before she acts
Extremely protective of her younger brother

Boggart :: losing one of her best friends, or the death of her younger brother
Patronus :: Red Fox


Personality :: Lizzy is a light hearted person who is in love with life. She is a stubborn as a mule, and can kick like one, too. She tends to be very vocal about her strong opinions. Other people's opinions of her mean nothing to her because they are judging her without even knowing her. With her stubbornness, there comes a competitive side. In all reality, Lizzy is an excellent Quidditch player. She is adventurous, always on the lookout for excitement or new people to keep her interested.

Lizzy is a visionary, unconventional in her love for independence. She is the kind of person who never went with the crowd and went her own way. She is constantly discovering something new, making opinions and stubborn regardless of what other people think. Normally, Lizzy likes be around people, but not in the sort of center attention way; this red head likes to be around people because she love company. She wants to see both sides of things and get a proper view before she does anything - sometimes her life depends on it.

Sadly to her parents’ dismay, she has pride. At times, that can get her into trouble with other students, mainly Perfects. She tends to rebel just for the sake of doing what she wants. She does lack in the intelligence department, but makes up with it with imagination. Pranks are one of her past times. Lizzy is quiet clever and resourceful in the spur of the moment. She’s bold as well as reckless so she’s never really thought about the consequences although if something bad actually did happen she’d learn to clean up fast, mainly because of her many failures in the backroom lab of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Failure might not be an option for many people, but for this red hair, it was perfectly expectable. You learn from your mistakes, and grow with them… no wonder she tries different ingredients for potions.

Lizzy is loyal friend to no end, and would rather die than let one of her friends get hurt in any sort of manner. There are people who back stabbed her, but they ended up in St. Mungo's for a few weeks while she got detention for the rest of the year. Her humor is simple and detests people who make fun of others to make themselves feel better. She cannot lie and whenever she speaks she tells the truth because she feels that lies are below her and that truth is the best way to turn. Elizabeth never judges others because she believes that, as human beings, we are all equal and entitled to our own opinions. She respects everyone, even though people don't respect her. Though confidence spews out of her, Lizzy sometimes second guesses who she is.

Because of her ADHA, this Weasly has attention problems not only in school, but out of school as well. She can’t seem to pay attention during class no matter how hard she tries. At times, she feels unwanted and distant because of her flamboyant personality, and tomboyish features. She was always considered to be one of the guys. She isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, and playing rough. As a stress reliever, Lizzy does kickboxing to get her anger out in the open. But at times, she wishes she wasn’t one of guys; she sometimes wish people would consider being just a normal teenage lady that loves to have fun.

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be
Family Members ::
Parents:
• Charlie Weasley
• Andriena [Howe] Weasley
Siblings
• Adam Weasley

Uncles and Aunts:
• Bill Weasley
• George Weasley
• Fred Weasley (deceased)
• Ron Weasley
• Ginny Potter
• Percy Weasley
• Harry Potter
• Hermione Weasley
• Andriena Weasley
• Angelina Weasley
• Fleur Weasley
Grandparents:
• Arthur Weasley
• Molly Weasley
Cousins:
• Victoire Weasley
• Dominique Weasley
• Louis Weasley
• Fred Weasley, II
• Roxanne Weasley
• Elizabeth Weasley
• Adam Weasley
• Rose Weasley
• Hugo Weasley
• James Potter
• Albus Potter
• Lily Potter
History :: Born into the Weasley family, Elizabeth Geneva Weasley was the first of Charlie Weasley and Andriena Weasly. Childhood was good to her; had tons of friends, as well as enemies. She wasn’t the perfect child in the famil.. As a child, her family didn’t give a lot of attention to her; most of the attention went to work and other things that her parents thought were important, but that didn’t mean she was unloved. Most of the times, Charlie would take Lizzy out to do things a father and son would do. Not like she mind, or anything, it was bounding time with her father and she loved it.

Her love for her uncle’s joke shop came for her first time walking into that store. It was love at first site. Even as such a young age of five, Lizzy knew that working in the store was going to be her life. Her mother disapproved of her love, believing that she should have to grow up. That was the first step to the separation between her and her mother while her and her father became closer than ever. George taught her the trade behind her mother’s back along with Charlie. Also, the red head took kickboxing lesson, and played Qudditch with the rest of the gigantic family of the Weasley’s. It wasn’t until she had a younger brother, Adam.

The birth of Adam made Lizzy’s life more adventurous. She literally took care of her brother, which didn’t bother her one bit. She was glad to do it, along with her father of course. Her mother was always busy doing work that she couldn’t take care of Lizzy and her brother, but that was fine, yet again. She was meichievous little girl who always got into trouble around the neighbor hood while hanging around with the boys. When she around the age of nine, Lizzy already figured out that she would rather be playing, being one of the boys

When reaching the rip age of eleven, the twins received their letters to Hogwarts. At first she was intimidated with the whole event, but then she loved only the people and the atmosphere. In school, Lizzy did horribly. It wasn’t because she was stupid; it was because she could less about the school thing. Her head was in the clouds most of the time, day dreaming about Qudditch or a new product for Weasley Wizard Wheezes. The only class she had any interest in was Potions. She was top of her class in that subject; it made some people wonder how smart she really was.

During her second year at school, Lizzy was backstabbed, and threaten by a couple of students at school. Instead of talking to the professors, she took it into her own hands. Challenging them to a dual at night, the Weasley pride took over. That night, she was out matched in magic, but won. How could she have won with no wand? Easy, Lizzy punched, and kicked the crap out of them. A Prefect found all them in the morning, and they were taken to St. Mungo’s while the red head was sent to detention for the rest of the year since she claimed it was in self defense since she didn’t have a wand to protect herself. Her brother was furious, but understood why Lizzy didn’t speak out. Her mother, that summer, punished the eldest child so bad that Lizzy never wanted to use her physical strength ever again.

The next few years flew on by. She passed her O.W.Ls her fifth year with As, and one E (in Potions) thanks to friends. The pass few years, Lizzy has been in debate whether or not to continue her uncle’s legend. At the moment, she could careless. Her only objective is to pass her N.E.W.Ts, and work on different products for her uncle’s workshop.


Dancing With Myself
RP sample: Another giggle came from her mouth before standing to her full height. Raven lived up to her reputation. “Then it must have been made by someone extremely important in the magical society seventy years ago, Raven, because I do not think that many instruments are worth as much as you claim in this era. Seventy years is not that long ago. If I am not mistaken, it was around the beginning of the Golden Era, as many called it. Of course, you knew that,” Psyche said in a hush toned. Of course, not many people paid attention to History of Magic, but that was at least common sense. It was around eighty to seventy years ago that the first Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, if she was not mistaken, was killed by Harry Potter. Of course, the Ravensclaw student would have been on Harry Potter’s side during that era duet the fact that she would have liked. The story that the world once twisted about the Boy-Who-Lived was that of legends, but was not that the nature of magic in the first place.

Magic itself was not fully comprehended; the ability could relate with the genes, but that doesn’t explain the people who have muggle parents and are able to wake their magic inside them so easily. Closing her blue eyes, Psyche shook her head in disappointment at herself. This was not the time to think of such awkward things like that. That was a question for those who held the blood status of purebloods which ruled her out. She had nothing against those who had muggle parents. She loved muggle things. If one would give her anything from that world, Psyche would know what to do in a mater of minutes. The newest invention of holding data music on a tiny portable device, she had converted it to be able to run on magic, something she would never tell anyone at school… maybe a few, but not many. Her favorite band was Kamelot, it was quiet different than that anything else she heard. The teen could listen to tell all day while reading her favorite murder books.

The answer Miss Malfoy gave Raven was distant, as if to tell her that the teacher did not wish to talk about. Psyche raised a brown eyebrow at the Defense professor; it was somewhat uncharacteristic of the blond woman. Of course, what did not surprise was the Slytherin’s reply to her simple request. Must she be so rude to her, and of course Raven did. She did have such a strong hatred for those that did not share the same ridiculous ideas of her, and the seventh year did insult her even though it was just small talk.

“Then I am extremely sorry that you would do such a thing. You would be sorely missed by your parents, and your brother, so I would recommend not making such a threat if it were to hurt your family so easily. You could have just said No!, or even a Bloody hell no!; both would have gotten the simple point across that you would no like to do a duet together. I am glad though, that you know what a Bastlikes is. It shows that you are not all talk and that you do know people when have authority over you and you show respect. I guess what people say about you is not all true, Raven,” the Ravenclaw student said. There was not an ounce of venom on her sharp tongue, and yet the shimmering blue eyed girl could still make something funny to her sound quiet rude. It was quiet a talent to have, and her have this very uncharacteristic trait made Psyche feel a bit uncomfortable. It made her feel like she was choose a side to the war. The war, the invisible war that was closing around them. The students were going to have to do something, most likely the Gryffindor students were going to do something, but what was she going to do when the time comes? She envied those of the house of the brave because they were confidant with who they were unlike her. Hiding behind facts because they were safe, Psyche did what she knew best. Facts were set in stone, things that could not be questioned unlike who she was.

Observing the action of both of her companions, even though Raven would claim to be something quite different, Psyche let a half smile cross her face. Blue eyes shifted from the blond woman to the dark haired teen before Psyche declared, “You need to relax, Raven. You and Miss Malfoy are practically meerkats; always on guard for danger. You need to at least try not to be so… How should I say this without insulting your pride and ego at the same time?” A pale finger press itself against her mouth while her mind twisted unspoken words in her head. The student from the house of wisdom never meant to insult the one of snake, but see her get frustrated so quickly without any effort made the Slytherin violinist seem rather stupid. Not like Psyche had anything against people who don’t know as much knowledge as her siblings did not know as much as she, but for this one person to be wide open to be mocked was rather… un-Slytherin like which made the situation much more entertaining. “Apathy. You should be so apathetic. That is the word I was looking for. It is not a crime, the last time I checked, to be somewhat of a conversational companion. Having a knife tongue like yours might get you into trouble with those you can not scare with threats. You need to start making promises if you wish to put fear into the other person. Like when you said you were going to ‘find them and make them puke worms for a week,’ it is simply not convincing enough. Puking worms? If you wish to be a terror, you need to think of much better curses than that, Raven.” All of what she said was true; Psyche had read enough muggle books over murder and other horrors of mankind to know that. Most killers, good killers, killers that are remembered, are intelligent, neither rash, nor prideful.

When Raven asked Miss Malfoy about her reason for teaching after replying to her own question as if it was nothing, she winced for a split second. Jealous. It was the only thing that could describe her feelings towards Raven. Her parents were too busy with life and the other three children to teach her anything. But as quickly as the emotion entered her, the Ravenclaw student let it go. She had close friends that she would consider to be her family, and she did have her two little brother that kept her on her toes. They made her feel wanted, useful. When ever they had a problem, she was there for them, both her brothers and friends. “I myself am curious to why you chose to become a teacher. I would think that you would the Head Mistress of the school.”

Anything else :: should I be saying something else?