WELCOME

[Mirany Weasley]

STEP ONE -- THE { PUPPETEER }

Name/Alias: broken coda; Pinky; etc.
Roleplaying Experience: I’ve been role-playing since I was almost ten years old, so that would be almost five years…
Where did you hear about Who We Are? An advertisement off of a site… [I can’t remember which one.]
Other Characters: None.

STEP TWO -- CHARACTER { BASICS }

Full Name: Mirany Weasley
Nickname(s): Mir; Weasley; etc.
Birthday: September Thirtieth
Age: Nearly Fifteen
Year: Fifth
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Fourteen and a half inches; Yew; Chimaera scale core.
Parentage: Half-blood
Canon or Original? Canon
Gender: Female

STEP THREE -- CHARACTER'S { APPEARANCE }

Hair Color: Red
Hair Style & Length: Straight; cut an inch above her shoulders.
Eye Color: Green
Height: Four feet, ten inches
Weight: Somewhere between eighty and eighty-five pounds.
Portrayed By: Bonnie Wright, with slight modifications [hair, eyes, etc.]
General Appearance:

Looks can be deceiving... especially in the case of young Mirany Weasley.

She appears to be small and shy, just a stammering child too nervous to say anything... That first judgment stays true to itself for a while, but only when she first meets someone. After that... well, it's terribly wrong, after that.

A vivid curtain of red hair, straight, thick and always coming loose when she ties it up, falls limply down to her shoulders from frontal view, but when seen from the side, one can see that in the back, it is cut at the bottom of her hairline, perhaps a bit higher, making it angle downwards until it reaches her shoulders in the front. Her bangs fall from her hairline down to the corners of her eyes, parted at the right and sometimes falling over her eyes and blocking them from ones view; sometimes, she sweeps them to the side and pins them up there. If one were to get up and smell her hair, one would find that it smelled lightly of strawberries, to match its color, and jasmine. Usually, Mirany's hair is let out, without much care put into styling it. Her bright hair frames a round face, childlike in appearance. Her cheekbones are neither too low nor too high, but placed near the height of the end of her nose, which is small and button-like, slightly upturned at the end. Her lips are pale and thin, usually gracing her features with a grin. Freckles dot the bridge of her nose, and are lightly spread across onto her cheeks.

Mirany's eyes are, by far, her greatest weapon [other than her wand, of course]. Her eyes are large and round, framed with thick eye-lashes. She is the only one of her parents’ children to have green eyes. They are brilliant hues of green, from shades of hazel and celadon, to jade and pine green. If one were to look closely, they would find that, amidst the green, paler speckles dot her irises. They change depending on her mood and lay out all her emotions for the world to see -- her eyes are, truly, the windows to her soul. Just by looking at them, one would know what she was thinking.

Anyone who was to look upon her body would instantly be able to tell that she is built for speed and balance, rather than strength and endurance. She is rather thin, with a flat chest and narrow waist. Standing at a grand total of four feet and ten inches, and weighing between eighty and eighty-five pounds, she doesn't look gaunt, just a bit too thin. Her build doesn't make her seem able to play sports, but she is a great Quidditch player. Her frame seems delicate and petite; her arms are frail and her hands small, the fingers thin and short. Her small size, however, gives her an advantage by making her quick, agile, and light, although she is far too clumsy to let the speed last for more than a few moments before she ends up tripping over her own two feet. Her skin color is almost startling to look upon -- a pale ivy tone that makes her appear sickly and accompanies her scrawny stature. It is as if she was born from the snow, but, when felt, her skin is rather warm to the touch. Her body remains un-pierced and unmarked, not even earring-holes in her ear-lobes.

Her style of clothing and accessories vary, but mostly depend on the season. At Hogwarts, she wears the uniform robes without adjustment; outside of that, however, she doesn't necessarily have a 'style,' so to speak. If one were to classify her style of clothing, it would fall close to the tomboy-ish area, whereas she is usually seen in jeans, basketball shorts, sweatpants, cargo pants, etc. Her hair, although rarely in any style other than let straight out, can seldom be adorned with a simple headband, ribbon, or barrette. On her feet are usually sneakers or boots, and during the warmer months, flip-flops and sandals. Around her neck, she always wears a heart-shaped key pendant, carved of green agate -- her mystical birthstone --, on a thin silver chain; her parents had it made for her at birth. The stone appears to change colors with her eyes.

STEP FOUR -- CHARACTER'S { PERSONALITY }

Likes:

>> Running;; Running is something Mirany picked up on as a young child; she would run through the streets, parks, and woods near her home. She enjoyed running because of the feeling of the wind in her face and feeling of freedom she gets when she runs. Although she does it as just a hobby, she is rather fast, most probably because of her small size; similarly, she enjoys flying, as well.
>> Challenges;; Mirany is open to opinions and new experiences, and similarly, will take on any challenge offered to her. Whether or not she wins, it only matters to her that she took on the challenge.
>> Butterflies;; Often, Mirany can find herself just staring at butterflies; the flutters of their wings fascinate her.
>> Literature & History;; Mirany often finds herself delving into large, dusty books; she enjoys reading and studying history, and can often be seen with a book in hand.
>> Rabbits;; For as long as she can remember, rabbits have always been Mirany's favorite animal; she doesn't particularly know why, however.
>> Cooking;; Since she was young, Mirany has enjoyed cooking; she likes to create something out of nothing. Although her creations don't always look, erm... edible, they somehow always seem to taste just fine.
>> Water;; Not exactly water, but oceans, lakes, rivers, etc. She can often be seen just staring into their depths, although she can't swim.
>> Pink;; Mirany isn't exactly into girly things, but her favorite color just happens to be one of the most girly colors. Somehow, she finds herself attracted to the color.
>> Nature & Sports;; Mirany loves nature, and prefers the sun and day over the moon and night. Trees, plants, grass, animals, water, wind, etc. -- all of it seems to enliven her. Similarly, she prefers being outside than inside.
>> Quidditch;; Mirany started playing Quidditch in her first year at Hogwarts, and she easily grew to love it. Currently, she plays Beater for Ravenclaw.
>> Sweets;; Sweets appear to be her weak spot; when angered, they seem to be the only thing that can calm her down.
>> Strawberries & Jasmine;; Strawberries are her favorite fruit and, along with jasmine, her favorite scent.

Dislikes:

>> Rumors & Gossip;; If it's not the truth, she doesn't want to hear it. Mirany stubbornly avoids rumors that float around like that, and would rather go and ask the people involved instead of believing something passed by word of mouth.
>> Rain & Snow;; More often than not, the prospect of rain and/or snow leaves Mirany feeling gloomy.
>> Fighting & Violence;; She would prefer to not have to resort to such tactics...
>> Crying;; Mirany hates tears and everything associated with them; she hates crying because she feels as if it's some weakness in herself that she would like to smother but never can. Her tears betray her feelings, and most often come when she is angry, rather than sad.
>> Eggplant & onions;; They happen to be the only things she won't eat.
>> When people stare;; Rather than getting angry at people who stare at her, she feels uncomfortable and tries to squirm away from their prying eyes.
>> Being ill / Feeling weak and/or vulnerable;; The feeling of any sort of sickness drives her insane; she hates vomiting or fainting or feeling weak and being vulnerable.
>> Blood;; The scent of blood leaves Mirany nauseas and dizzy, and often makes her sick; she would rather just not have to face it.

Fears:

>> Heights;; After an incident involving her falling from a high cliff into the ocean as a child, Mirany hates heights; when at the zenith of one, she starts to feel sick and nauseas.
>> Darkness & Small Spaces;; Due to an incident in which she got lost in the Forbidden Forest in her first year at Hogwarts, Mirany is claustrophobic and completely freaks out when confined in small, dark areas.
>> Death;; Like everyone else, Mirany fears death... not just of herself, but of anyone that she had ever met, whether or not she liked them at the time. She has never, however, known anyone who has died, but would rather not have death mentioned in conversation.

Quirks/Habits:

>> Biting her lip;; This habit has been with Mirany all her life; she does it when she's lying. Those who have been around her for a while start to notice, and thus, she is very easy to read.
>> Twiddling her thumbs;; When she was younger, she did this unknowingly as a reflex when she was nervous, scared, lying, or frightened; the habit disappeared as she got older. Recently, however, it has returned.
>> Tripping over and/or running into and/or knocking down things;; Mirany has a terrible habit of being clumsy and finding herself in accidents, partially because she leaps before she looks and runs head-on into trouble and disaster. She is quite accident prone and normally can't walk without tripping over her own to feet, unless she really concentrates.

Talents:

>> Her intelligence;; Mirany seems to have a photographic memory; she can easily hear or see and retain knowledge quickly.
>> Sports;; Particularly because of her small size, Mirany happens to excel at sports, except when she falls; that usually results in disaster. Consequently, she prefers to play Quidditch, where she just has to fly instead of walk.
>> Drawing;; When she does happen to draw, which isn't often, Mirany can retain an amazing likeness between her drawing and the real thing.

Patronus: A rabbit.
General Personality:

Anxious, eager, happy, intelligent, yet shy and kind... What more can you expect from a girl like Mirany?

She is friendly and caring, and never bases herself on anyone else's opinions. She loves to be her own person, and she is, by nature, a very strange person with odd habits. The first thing someone would notice about her is that she is shy at first sight; in actuality, it's as if she has a loud personality, but the volume is on mute.

Although she appears simple, she is much more complicated than many people get to know. When she gets to know someone, however, she is cheerful and friendly, to a reasonable extent. Mirany knows when it is not the time to cheer, and as for intelligence in school related areas, she is quite dense when it comes to anything else; she doesn't possess the best common sense in the world either. On a normal day, she is very clumsy, tending to run into things or tripping and falling. Occasionally, she sobers down a bit, particularly when she feels like a nuisance or that people are always protecting her, such as in the case of her brothers; she feels as if she was a burden to them and often finds herself thinking that they might be happier if she wasn't around.

Mirany also loves to eat, and is usually the first to try strange and unusual foods.

Although many people may bully her and disregard her because of her scrawny build, she still manages to keep her innocence and amiability in tact, two of her more appealing qualities. This, however, makes her easy prey. She is often pushed around and roughened into situations she'd rather not be involved in, as well. On top of that, she is extraordinarily clumsy, usually tripping over her own feet; sadly, she has a habit of falling onto her face when she does. Gravitation seems to favor her face being attracted to the ground. She is very accident prone.

Despite that, Mirany is a sweet and gentle soul, generally likable and friendly, with many qualms about saying 'no.' She isn't judgmental and tends to think the best of people, which can often land her in trouble. She has always been almost childish in her naivety, far too trusting. She is stubborn in her beliefs, too narrow-minded for her own good. For the most part, Mirany acts her age: young. She is quite innocent and become nervous and embarrassed easily.

Nonetheless, she is a very emotional person, unable to disguise her often passionate feelings. She often acts impulsively, though this seems to hurt her more often than not, and consequences don't matter to her if she is doing what she believes in. Her loyalties are deep, and cannot be explained by word but, rather, are controlled by an almost instinctual part of her subconscious. When she is roused, rational thinking goes out the door.

For someone normally so easygoing, her ferocity in battle is unusual. When enraged, she is truly an imposing figure; although, when she does get angry, she is usually not taken seriously because she happens to cry when angry. She was never the type to sit back and watch idly; her impulses guide her into action, no matter how reckless or foolish. This contrast with her polite, happy side is almost bizarre. She is always willing to fight for the sake of others, even those she doesn't know, so long as she believes in their cause. She is also incredibly motivated, willing to work unceasingly for a personal cause.

When enraged or deeply believing in something, she inherits certain qualities of her father. She will not hesitate to break or bend rules if she supports the cause; this, however, often lands her in trouble. Unlike her father, however, she does not enjoy being the life of the party and the center of attention, but she tends to be sneaky and explores forbidden areas of Hogwarts castle and grounds. Her frequent escapades and passionate beliefs often land her in trouble, and she also inherited her Quidditch skills from him.

Also, Mirany is very forgiving. Usually she passes off negative comments with a shaky giggle as she always tries to be friendly, unless the comment personally hurt her; then she will impose her wrath upon the inflictor. She's gullible, easily tricked, duped, and fooled.

Overall, Mirany is like a tree… blossoming at certain points, dying out at other times, but never stopping to grow until her branches scrape the sky.

STEP FIVE -- CHARACTER'S { HISTORY }

Parents: George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet
Sibling(s):

{++} ______ Weasley { XX } 5th ***
{++} ______ Weasley { XX } 5th ***

[Both are triplets with her.]
Other key family members:

Percy Weasley and Unknown
--> &&} Valentina Weasley { XX } 6th
Percy Weasley and Penelope Clearwater
-->{++} _______ Weasley { XX } 5th **
-->{&&} Pippa Weasley { XX } 5th **
Ronald Weasley and Hannah Abbott
-->{++} ______ Weasley { XX } graduated -- 19 years old %
-->{&&} ______ Weasley { XX } 5th
-->{++} ______ Weasley { XX } 2nd **
-->{++} ______ Weasley { XX } 2nd **
Colin Creevy and Ginny Weasley
-->{++} ______ Weasley-Creevy { XX } 5th
Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour
-->{&&} ______ Weasley { XX } graduated -- 22 years old $
Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson
-->{&&} ______ Weasley { XX } 7th
-->{++} ______ Weasley { XX } 4th

General History:

On September thirtieth, at 4:59 a.m., Mirany Weasley was born to George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet as their third and final triplet.

As the youngest, even though she was born just nine minutes after her second brother, Mirany was always cared for and protected by her brothers, and she was always very close to them, more so than she was to her parents. The three of them were home-schooled together, and they always looked after her and made sure she was safe, and were sort of over-protective of her. That's the main reason she feels like she's a burden to them; they always cared for and nurtured her every whim. At an early age, she realized this, and felt qualms about having them do everything for her; that's why she doesn't easily express what she wants now.

At the age of six, Mirany was at a beach with her family; her fascination with water started then, although she didn't [and still doesn't] know how to swim. She was up at the edge of a cliff, staring down into the water far below her, when the storm clouds started to gather. She doesn't really remember the rest; now, it's just a blur of motions and colors to her. Thunder struck loudly; Mirany jolted back in surprise... and fell. She fell into the spray and horror of the deep depths of the ocean below her, and probably wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for her brothers, who had noticed and immediately swam out to save her. The family went home immediately, even though the sky was clearing up quickly after the near threat of rain. Because of this, and everything else her brothers had done for her, she felt that she owed them, and still feels that way.

Mirany and both her elder brothers received their letters for admittance into Hogwarts a few months before their eleventh birthday, and they all went happily came September. Mirany was absolutely terrified, however, when their arrived at the castle, and even more so when they went inside. When they were being sorted, she became even more terrified when she put into Ravenclaw and one of her brothers into Hufflepuff, but she was somewhat relieved when her other brother was also sorted into Ravenclaw. Somehow, she manages to keep good ties with her Hufflepuff brother and doesn't allow rivalry between houses to get between them.

In her first year, Mirany followed most of the rules and managed not to get in trouble, except for one incident, in which one of her dorm mates wandered off to explore in the Forbidden Forest in the dead of the night. Mirany had told her not to go and, a few hours later, when she didn't return, Mirany went to look for her. Unfortunately, Mirany got lost in the forest, and there was no light to guide her; her friend was also no where to be seen. To make a long story short, she basically sat cowering in the dark between the trees until the next morning, when her brothers came to find her. Her dorm-mate had apparently tipped them off about where she might be, indicating that she had planned for Mirany to be stuck there until morning. Mirany's brothers advised her not to associate with that particular dorm mate anymore, but Mirany is convinced that she just made a mistake and deserves a second chance.

That happened early in the year; a bit later than that, Mirany decided to try out for the Quidditch team, since she had heard that both her parents had played Quidditch at Hogwarts, although they had both been in Gryffindor. Her broom-stick was excellent for flying, and she herself was quite good at flying; she became one of the Beaters for Ravenclaw in no time.

For the next three years at Hogwarts, Mirany managed to stay out of trouble for the most part, except for the few random times she yelled at a teacher for mistreating a student or let loose a box of rabbits or other small animals that were going to be used to practice spells on. She currently attends there, now in her fifth year, patiently awaiting the future and what it will bring to her.

STEP SIX -- PROVE { YOURSELF }

Sample RP:

The wind was a soft, tender whisper through the night, brushing the priestess's cheek softly in passing. Her dark eyes grazed over the layout of land that lay so peacefully beneath her, and as she focused on individual areas, she remembered being there. The Archon's palace, where she had first met Seth... the Port, where they had released Oblek... The ziggurat at the heart of the City of the Dead, where the previous Archon had passed on to her his note... And below that, where the tombs lay, dark and undisturbed -- where she had been trapped on the terrible Night of the Shadow all those years ago, in the musty, airless tombs. Had it been just three years ago? It seemed like so many more. Old memories brought the smallest of smiles to her lips, but the smiles faded, each after just a fleeting second. They passed, just like the moments in which the memories took place. All her memories were just a jumble of people and noises and scents and colors, a medley of things that had passed and wouldn't come again. Now, as she turned her gaze toward the deep blue of the large expanse of shimmering sea that spread out beneath her, welcoming and beckoning, she thought of her home at Mylos, her father sitting in his library of scrolls, awaiting a letter from her with that stifled pride he always felt as he thought of her. She imagined him staring out from their drafty house above the harbor at midday as gulls screeched by, waiting for the messenger through which she would send him a letter, watching the Island from so many miles away.

Mirany turned away before the homesickness could overcome her, but then shook her head and turned back. She couldn't be homesick, for the Island was her home now... it had been her home for the past three years, even more so than it had been for the short time she had been there before she had become Bearer. A small smile graced her thin lips, unwavering. Now, her home was where Alexos was, where Seth and Oblek and the Jackal were. Where the Nine were, and where she was Speaker-to-the-God. And she was perfectly content with things being that way. After all, they were far better off than before, than the few long months that Argelin had reigned by terror...

Glancing down at the blank piece of papyrus beside her, she fingered the stylus before dipping it in ink and starting the letter to her father, carefully drawing out each wedge-shaped hieroglyphic, so as not to make a mistake, her face illuminated by the brilliant light of the low moon.

The breeze rustled the white linen of the pleated tunic she wore, sending her dark hair into her eyes; she pushed the strands behind her ears and paused in her writing, looking far out to west, toward the Mountains of the Moon. From where she sat beside the pit of the Oracle, the deathly pinnacles and steep peaks were dark against the ghostly blue-purple of the night sky, the silver disk of the moon, hovering above the horizon where the sun would rise, lighting the cliffs behind which the sun sank daily. Seth and the others had been there once -- Alexos, Oblek, the Jackal, the Fox. They had found the Well of Songs, and the Archon had brought back the rain and rivers, just like he had promised. As she had been being masked Speaker, they must have been drinking from the Well...

Looking back now, she wondered how they had ever even succeeded in getting Alexos to the House of Choosing to become Archon. Sitting by the misty fumes of the Oracle, she could remember every thing about those nine days, right from the letter she had received from the previous Archon on the first day to the ninth day, when she had brought the rain from the Rain Queen's Garden. Even now, it still amazed her, what the god -- the thirteen-year-old boy Alexos -- could do, and she remembered when she hadn't even believed the god existed. For what kind of god would let the Port and City suffer the drought and famish it had been suffering? What kind of god would keep the rain from his people? Now she knew the answer -- the kind of god that was being defiled and betrayed and tainted with false words. But now...

Now, everything was alright.

Tearing her gaze from the mountains in the distance, Mirany glanced back at the parchment, continuing her letter. She thought about telling her father everything that had happened -- how they had gotten Alexos to be Archon, how she had been masked Speaker as Alexos and the others drank from the Well of Songs, how Argelin had killed the only person he had ever cared about, and how Argelin's madness drove them to the Underworld. About how she had brought the rain, several times, from the Rain Queen's Garden. She thought about confiding in her father all the things she thought, all the emotions she felt. But she didn't, for she no longer knew her father, and she no longer knew if she could trust him, or whoever the letter ended up with. For now, all she could trust in was the god.

So instead of telling her father everything, she told him that things were alright, that she was happy... that she missed him. And she told him of the rain, of the frequent downpours and the green crops that now grew everywhere. Of the Oracle, and of the god, and how he could turn stones to water and revive the rivers. She wrote about how she was now Speaker, how the god spoke to her inside her mind. And last of all, she wrote of the Island, of the Port and the City, of the dark, intertwining tombs beneath them all, of the desert, and of the Draxis, the great river that flowed through the Port and the Caves of Python, and into the desert where only the god knew how far it went. Well, technically, the god wasn't the only one who knew of how far the Draxis flowed, for Seth and the Jackal and Oblek and the Fox had been there, too; they had seen the dried up course of the once [and now] great river on their way to the Well of Songs, they had walked along its banks and seen it overflow on their way back. Seth had told her about it, once, about the lion and the animals, the creatures they had faced, about the egg that had shattered and Alexos had revived, about how the highest peak of the Mountains of the Moon was made of diamond, how they had each faced their reflections at the Well. And Alexos had told her about how Seth had died at the same instant Hermia had, and how Alexos had brought him back to life; Mirany remembered feeling queasy and sick when she had been told this, and then awed at the power of the god. But instead of telling her father about this, she concluded the letter and signed her name with a flourish; she would save all that for another time, when she could talk to him in person. Once more, she felt the pang of how she missed him, but she shook it away. She was happy enough here.

And then Mirany sat by the Oracle, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms around them, her chin rested at their tops and her head tilted to the side, the wind blowing in her face and her gaze fixed on the ocean in the east. The moon was sinking, halfway into the Valley of the Sunrise already, when the first crack of sunlight colored the clouds pink and the ocean orange and the desert red. Below, she saw the sentinels at the bridge between the Island and the City, and at the desert gate and on the harbor. She saw the City of the Dead, and thought of Kreon's kingdom below, and she saw the Archon's Palace, and thought of Alexos, the God-in-the-World. And she sat there, just breathing in and out, knowing that nothing was wrong, nothing disturbed, and everything perfectly at balance. She assured herself that the future ahead of her would be steady and simple, assured herself that she'd always be able to keep her thought and dreams. And she assured herself that she would never be alone, for she was the Oracle; the god's voice was inside her. And she looked up to see the sun rising as the gong chimed for the dawn ritual to begin.

She would need to be heading to the Temple soon.

She looked down beside her, where, opposite of the parchment, the open-mouthed mask of the Speaker lay with it's incised cheekbones and dark eyeholes, it's coiled and beaded and strung feathers and gold disks stirring in the ocean breeze. And the slight girl sat there, the wind brushing back her brown hair so that it was away from her brown eyes that shone in the rose-tinted dawn. They were pensive and relaxed and calm as she thought of her memories, the memories she enjoyed remembering, the painful memories that guided her through the future, and the memories she had of speaking with the god, the memories that reminded her that she was never alone. The memories that made her who she was, the ones that made her Mirany, Speaker-to-the-God.

And as she rose and traveled swiftly down the stone path of the Oracle, hurrying to the Temple with a smile on her lips, she remembered that she was, indeed, never alone. For the voice of the god was within her, and she trusted his voice more than she trusted her own.

And as she crossed the loggia to the Temple where the Nine were already gathered and gazed up at the statue of the god, it whispered in her ear, 'The sun is chasing the darkness away, Mirany,' and she knew, so long as that voice was there, everything would be alright.

[Noah Van Der Smith]

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