Post by Juliette West on Mar 11, 2013 21:20:12 GMT -8
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JULIETTE WEST
PLAYED BY :Emma Watson[/center]
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Juliette Marie West
NICK NAMES: Jules
PREFERRED NAME: Juliette
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Student
HOME REGION: Northwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Blades
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Juliette stands at a final height of about 5’6.” She weighs about 115 pounds. There is a scar on her knee from where she fell off her bike when she was ten years old. Her legs are toned from years of soccer, and her arms are in decent shape because of softball. Her hair is wavy, long, and brown. She has fair skin, and her heart-shaped face is sprinkled with light freckles. Her eyes are a chocolate brown and very expressive – you can usually tell what she is feeling by looking at her eyes. Her eyes are framed by her somewhat bushy brows. Her nose is slightly small, and her lips are both a natural pink and shapely. She has no piercings except for one piercing in each ear.
PERSONALITY: Juliette is a firecracker. She is stubborn, strong-willed, sarcastic, and determined. Once an opinion is formed in her mind, nothing can be done to change it. She often gets on poorly with people of the same personality type, mainly because they challenge each other, causing nothing but negative feelings to be exposed. However, often times it works out well, as the two of them push each other to success and feed off each other’s energy.
Juliette is brave, but not fearless. She has a phobia of snakes. (Of unkown origin.) Heights sometimes make her nervous. But Juliette always refuses to let her fear cause her to miss an experience – she wants to be able to say that she did it.
Juliette is extremely independent, although very capable of working as part of a team. She dislikes asking for help when it is something that she knows she is capable of doing, which is her fatal flaw. She holds her pride very high, and she feels that she still has her pride and dignity, even if she fails to accomplish something.
She is unafraid to stand up to someone twice her size, regardless of gender. Her competitive and stubborn nature could potentially be key to her survival.
LIKES
- success
- competition
- soccer
- maintaining a sense of control about herself
- chocolate
DISLIKES
- being bossed around
- losing
- failure
- injuries
- stupidity
HISTORY BEFORE:Juliette was born on April 14 to Frank West, a doctor, and Hadley West, a lawyer. She grew up in a completely average upper middle class American household. The family sat down each night together for dinner, they fought with each other, but overall the family was supportive and loving towards one another. This allowed Juliette to overall grow up as a well-rounded, generally empathetic person.
Throughout primary school and high school, Juliette avidly played soccer. Her room always had a pair of cleats thrown somewhere on the floor, and the walls were lined with trophies. It was her primary passion. She enjoyed playing softball when she wasn’t playing soccer, but soccer always came first. (Her parents insisted school came first, so her grades were always a priority as well.)
In school, Juliette’s performance was usually a good one. Though she was never the very best in her classes, she performed well enough the she was always amongst the top students and was able to make Honor Roll all throughout high school. She was never able to make High Honor Roll, but that was something she never aspired to achieve. She was content where she was. She struggled in mathematical areas of school, and the struggle helped her better herself.
She wasn’t popular, but she wasn’t hated. She floated by without too much drama. Her soccer team was her second family. She was close to the team both on and off the field. It was a nice constant to be close to the same people all throughout school. Her social circle expanded as she grew older, but it was never huge. She didn’t want to feel like she couldn’t give her friends the time they deserved, and wanted to avoid feeling overwhelmed. With both school and soccer taking up a chunk of her time, unnecessary stress was something to be avoided at all costs.
Juliette graduated high school with honors, and was in the top fifteen ranks. She attended a small college with one of her soccer friends and they shared a dorm together. She was studying psychology, which she found interesting, although she was completely unsure as to what she wanted to be when she finished school.
DURING APOCALYPSE:
Juliette lost everything she held dear during the outbreak. She was visiting from school for her grandmother’s funeral when the outbreak happened. She lost her parents. While her mother was about halfway to death, her father fell ill. Juliette had no idea what to do, and all she could do was sit and watch her parents die. Her mother died first, and she was traumatized when her dad died as well, leaving her without parents. There were so many things that were wrong with the situation she was in, and she was struggling to wrap her mind around it. Everyone was in a state of panic, and nobody responded to her pleas for help when she called the authorities. She left them in the master bedroom with the door shut, and stayed in the front room downstairs, as far as away as possible from their corpses.
She didn’t leave until she encountered her parents trying to attack her. She had to escape, and she wasn’t willing to die just yet. She grabbed her bat, which was still in the living room from her last practice before the outbreak and her parents’ illness, and bludgeoned in her parents’ skulls. That was the most traumatizing part of the outbreak for her. Seeing the two people who had loved her unconditionally and would have died for her only days early were trying to kill her.
She had to get away, so she grabbed what she could and packed it into a backpack and got out as quickly as she could. She grabbed as much nonperishable food as she could possibly carry, and hid in an old warehouse for the first two days while she came to grips with what had happened. Food eventually ran out, and she was forced to leave the warehouse and venture out into the dangerous new world.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
Can I use one of my previous roleplays as the example? If not, I can type something new up.
Hermione was unnerved. First You-Know-Who comes back, and now this? She had no doubt Harry saw what he did. She believed him. She would always believe what he said. That didn’t mean she believed in what he saw. Sirius was too careful to just be captured. And what would he have been doing to get himself captured in the first place? Harry had been learning Occlumency, to prevent something just like that from occurring. As far as she was aware, Harry’s attempts had been disastrous. Which meant he could not adequately protect his mind from invaders. Although when he saw Mr. Weasley, that proved to be true, Hermione had found reason to believe that this was possibly a ruse to get Harry somewhere where You-Know-Who or Death Eaters could access him. And if it was after hours at the Ministry, then he would have nobody to help him. It would logical of them to assume that Harry would not have an adult with him. Who would believe him? And if they did, who would leave Hogwarts during the term to go with a boy known for attracting trouble to see if a “vision” he had was true, and if someone they presumed to be a mass-murderer truly was in danger. It was preposterous just thinking about it. But nonetheless, Harry was Hermione’s best friend, and she was going to stick by his side no matter what. Even if that meant she had to ride an invisible horse-type thing Luna had called a Threstral to get to the Ministry.
Had it been any other night, Hermione might have found the beauty of the aerial view she had. But it wasn’t any other night. And she was still riding on something that she couldn’t see, which was probably more frightening than facing Death Eaters. Almost. Hermione tried to focus on what was to come. She had no idea what to expect, and frankly, she would bet anything that Harry had no idea what he was doing either. He was notorious for “winging it.” His vision, although giving him the vital information to figure out where Sirius was, left any other information unclear, or out completely. All they knew was that Sirius was in the Ministry. Perhaps Harry knew more than he was letting on, in fear that if they knew the complete truth they wouldn’t come with him, but that didn’t seem like Harry. He probably knew just as little as Hermione, and was too overtaken with grief and fear to look for any information when he had the vision.
She briefly glanced over at her companions. Luna had on the same expression she always wore – a dreamy one, as if she was in her own little world. She probably was. Harry’s expression was stony, though most likely only because of all the conflicting emotions he probably felt. Hermione could not even begin to imagine being in his shoes. She had never dealt with anything like that firsthand, she was always the sidekick. He was much better at dealing with things like that than she would be. He’d had lots of practice. It was horrible that he had had practice when it came to experiencing monumental loss and grief, but it was true. He had had practice and he was better equipped to deal with it than she was. Even when he was in this angsty phase that he had been going through for almost the entirety of their fifth year. She could not blame him entirely for that either. He had watched his schoolmate get murdered, and battled You-Know-Who, only to have practically the entire wizarding population of Britain not believe a word he was saying. There were people, who, like Hermione, believed in him, but they seemed to come far and few between. If there were more of them, then they were keeping quiet. And the angsty mindset made it all the more easier for Voldemort to manipulate his mind into thinking yet another precious thing to him was at stake. If Harry thought he would lose something important to him in this day and age, he would walk a million miles to protect it. So that was her reasoning, and although she found herself leaning towards her own fears about what was going to happen, rather than fearing for Sirius (not that she didn't, because part of her knew Harry could be right, and that part was holding onto hope that Sirius was strong enough to withstand whatever Voldemort threw his way) she was still going with Harry to the Ministry. That's what friends do - they stand by each other in times of turmoil.
Hermione was unnerved. First You-Know-Who comes back, and now this? She had no doubt Harry saw what he did. She believed him. She would always believe what he said. That didn’t mean she believed in what he saw. Sirius was too careful to just be captured. And what would he have been doing to get himself captured in the first place? Harry had been learning Occlumency, to prevent something just like that from occurring. As far as she was aware, Harry’s attempts had been disastrous. Which meant he could not adequately protect his mind from invaders. Although when he saw Mr. Weasley, that proved to be true, Hermione had found reason to believe that this was possibly a ruse to get Harry somewhere where You-Know-Who or Death Eaters could access him. And if it was after hours at the Ministry, then he would have nobody to help him. It would logical of them to assume that Harry would not have an adult with him. Who would believe him? And if they did, who would leave Hogwarts during the term to go with a boy known for attracting trouble to see if a “vision” he had was true, and if someone they presumed to be a mass-murderer truly was in danger. It was preposterous just thinking about it. But nonetheless, Harry was Hermione’s best friend, and she was going to stick by his side no matter what. Even if that meant she had to ride an invisible horse-type thing Luna had called a Threstral to get to the Ministry.
Had it been any other night, Hermione might have found the beauty of the aerial view she had. But it wasn’t any other night. And she was still riding on something that she couldn’t see, which was probably more frightening than facing Death Eaters. Almost. Hermione tried to focus on what was to come. She had no idea what to expect, and frankly, she would bet anything that Harry had no idea what he was doing either. He was notorious for “winging it.” His vision, although giving him the vital information to figure out where Sirius was, left any other information unclear, or out completely. All they knew was that Sirius was in the Ministry. Perhaps Harry knew more than he was letting on, in fear that if they knew the complete truth they wouldn’t come with him, but that didn’t seem like Harry. He probably knew just as little as Hermione, and was too overtaken with grief and fear to look for any information when he had the vision.
She briefly glanced over at her companions. Luna had on the same expression she always wore – a dreamy one, as if she was in her own little world. She probably was. Harry’s expression was stony, though most likely only because of all the conflicting emotions he probably felt. Hermione could not even begin to imagine being in his shoes. She had never dealt with anything like that firsthand, she was always the sidekick. He was much better at dealing with things like that than she would be. He’d had lots of practice. It was horrible that he had had practice when it came to experiencing monumental loss and grief, but it was true. He had had practice and he was better equipped to deal with it than she was. Even when he was in this angsty phase that he had been going through for almost the entirety of their fifth year. She could not blame him entirely for that either. He had watched his schoolmate get murdered, and battled You-Know-Who, only to have practically the entire wizarding population of Britain not believe a word he was saying. There were people, who, like Hermione, believed in him, but they seemed to come far and few between. If there were more of them, then they were keeping quiet. And the angsty mindset made it all the more easier for Voldemort to manipulate his mind into thinking yet another precious thing to him was at stake. If Harry thought he would lose something important to him in this day and age, he would walk a million miles to protect it. So that was her reasoning, and although she found herself leaning towards her own fears about what was going to happen, rather than fearing for Sirius (not that she didn't, because part of her knew Harry could be right, and that part was holding onto hope that Sirius was strong enough to withstand whatever Voldemort threw his way) she was still going with Harry to the Ministry. That's what friends do - they stand by each other in times of turmoil.
PLANS: Not sure yet
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Bonnie
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: I’m not good at self-rating. Intermediate?
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Link from another board. I don’t remember, I was browsing boards that were affiliates with boards I liked.
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central Time
GO BY: Bonnie
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: I’m not good at self-rating. Intermediate?
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Link from another board. I don’t remember, I was browsing boards that were affiliates with boards I liked.
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central Time
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