ABOUT RON
BASICS
FULL NAME: Ronald Bilius Weasley
NICKNAME: Ron
BIRTHDAY: 1 March, 1980
GENDER (PRONOUNS): Cismale (he/him)
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, very crude and limited French
ACCENT:
BIRTHPLACE: Devon, England
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN(S): Pisces
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
FORMER HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor
HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Sixth year at Hogwarts, nearly finished with Auror training
OCCUPATION: Auror trainee
HOME ADDRESS: The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
PET(S): Pigwidgeon "Pig" the owl
FACECLAIM AND/OR DESCRIPTION: George Mackay is who I'll use as an avatar, but no one quite fits the version of Ron in my head. I'm sure there's some obscure model FC out there who would be perfect, but the fact is I just don't care enough to find them. Quick and dirty description then is: very tall, bright red hair, lots and lots of freckles all over his body, a long, straight nose, blue eyes, and an earnest face.
VISUAL REPRESENTATION: If needed I'll use George Mackay, but I don't love using resources.Â
PLOTS
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RELATIONSHIPS
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious, though not realized
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP(S): None at the moment
PARENTS: Molly and Arthur Weasley
SIBLINGS: Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley (deceased), Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley
MAGIC
PATRONUS: Jack Russell terrier
BOGGART: A massive spider crouched over the corpses of his family and friends (some things change when you've lived through a war and some things don't)
WAND TYPE: Willow, fourteen inches with a unicorn tail-hair core (recovered from Malfoy Manor in the summer of 1998)
FLYING ABILITY: Advanced, though not Expert
APPARITION SKILL: Moderate to HighÂ
MAGICAL STRENGTHS: Defensive magic, household charmsÂ
MAGICAL WEAKNESSES: Wandless magic, potion-brewing
BEST HOGWARTS CLASS: Charms (but if asked, he'll lie and say Defense Against the Dark Arts)
WORST HOGWARTS CLASS: Potions
OTHER ABILITIES: Strategy, mimicry, improvisation/adaptation
PHYSICAL
HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: Bright red, tends to be a bit shaggy more often than not
EYE COLOUR: Blue
COMPLEXION: Fair but extremely freckly
ETHNICITY: CaucasianÂ
HEIGHT: 6'6"
PHYSIQUE: Still lanky, but Auror training is filling him out
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: None
SCARS: Pale white tendril scars that run from his shoulders to his wrists on both arms (from the brains in the Department of Mysteries), a nasty pink scar on his left shoulder from splinching
CLOTHING/STYLE: Having grown up quite poor, Ron didnât know what to do with the hefty (for him) sum of money being an Auror trainee yielded. Heâd never forgotten what it was like to wear poorly-fitted hand-me-downs, so it was unsurprising when he invested in as fine a wardrobe as any heâd had before. Itâs not pretentious or gawdy, but he likes to look sharp and heâs now in a financial position to do so.Â
MANNERISMS:
HABITS:
COPING MECHANISMS: Throwing himself into Auror training with so much ferocity that he crashes when itâs over - if heâs not conscious, he canât dwell on everything the war took from him. Throw in a little liquor and a little not-unkind avoidance of his family members and youâve got Ron post-war.Â
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, generous, friendly
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Insecure, reactive/hot-tempered, stubborn
HOBBIES: Wizards' chess, Exploding Snap, sleeping, pick-up quidditch, hanging with the boys
INTERESTS:
DRINK ORDER: Firewhisky, or beer or regular whiskey in muggle company
GRADUATION SUPERLATIVE: Mostly Likely to...Who is this again?
CONFIDENCES: Flying, chessÂ
INSECURITIES: Everything? Itâs a long list.
MBTI TYPE: ESFP-T
ENNEAGRAM:
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral good
TEMPERAMENT:
DEADLY SIN:
THIS OR THAT
INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT
OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST
LEADER OR FOLLOWER
CONFIDENT OR SELF-CONSCIOUS
CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS
PASSIONATE OR APATHETIC
BOOK SMARTS OR STREET SMARTS
COMPLIMENTS OR INSULTS
COLD HANDS OR WARM HEART
ASSOCIATIONS
COLOURS: Red, maroon, orange
WORDS: Curse words
SCENT: Baking bread, an open fireÂ
TASTE: Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans
SOUND: Tea kettle, twittering birds, crackling fire
MAGIC: Family
WEATHER: Sunshine
FEELINGS: ConfusedÂ
MEMORIES: Love
TOUCH: Tight hug
HEADCANONS
In the months following the war, Ron felt a fierce duty to his family. He'd been absent for most of the previous year, after all, and his guilt now kept him in close proximity. He spent most of his time helping George at the joke shop, or just helping George in general, but it often felt like he was single-handedly trying to hold together the pieces of a broken world. He slogged through the summer, hanging in limbo between that self-imposed duty to his family and an overwhelming desire to distance himself from it all. Even after taking up Kingsley on his offer to join the ranks of the Aurors, guilt gnawed at his conscience. There is a constant tug of war inside him, a tension that even the toughest training exercise can't cut; he wants so desperately to help his family, to be there for them, but he hasn't forgotten those draining months after the final battle either. He still technically lives at the Burrow, but the time he spends there conscious or coherent is sparse at best.
Sleep was difficult to come by; June of 1998 came and went and Ron doubted he'd once gotten a good night's sleep. He tried a sleeping draught, following in the footsteps of both George and his mother in that regard, but something about it didn't sit right with him. He slept under the influence of the potion, yes, but he didn't dream. It was nice to block out the nightmares that so often kept him awake, but the good dreams were absent as well and he missed them. An easier solution came in the form of drinking. He split his time that summer between George's flat and the joke shop, his own attic bedroom at the Burrow, and every wizarding pub from Ottery St. Catchpole to London Proper. When he couldn't get out, he found solace in the bottle of Ogden's Olde under his bed. It was a problem, but it never became a problem; Auror training began in the fall, and that provided him with a much healthier way of coping. It turns out that pushing your body and mind to the limit on a daily basis makes it surprisingly easy to fall asleep - and by "fall asleep" I mean "pass out on the nearest horizontal surface." He does enjoy drinking, though, and he has a tendency to overdo it at times - addictive personality and all that. And hanging around with Seamus and Harry, wellâŚThey've always talked each other into the worst sorts of trouble, and that hasn't changed.
It was late summer when Kingsley approached him about joining the Aurors. Ron was flattered and taken aback, but he was also embarrassed at how quickly he accepted. He didn't think he could stand hovering in post-war limbo much longer, and training was the perfect outlet. He finally felt important, like an asset to society; if there was anything he wanted, it was to do something to ensure that a war would never happen again, and it didn't get more concrete than hunting down dark wizards. He threw himself into training with more gusto than he'd ever shown for schoolwork, and the closer he gets to becoming a proper Auror (just two short months), the harder he tries. He has always had lofty aspirations (the Mirror of Erised showed us that), and they're finally coming to fruition.
Once Auror training started, Ron started commuting to the Ministry on a regular basis. He had been to London before, had been around muggles plenty of times, but he was equal parts transfixed and flabbergasted the first time he saw a couple of muggle kids riding skateboards (âCool.â). He told Harry immediately, and not two days later the two were laughing in front of the Burrow, failing miserably at riding the skateboards theyâd purchased and tried to bewitch. They were boys being boys, and after all theyâd been through they deserved whatever joy and laughter they could get. However, their skills never expanded past mediocre; Ginny was a natural the first time she gave it a whirl, for which she was promptly dismissed by her disgruntled brother (âLook, if youâre not going to fail at this like the rest of us, then fuck off.â).



















