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I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY

but it's okay

Created on 2006-07-11 22:42:08 (#10645873), last updated 2006-07-18

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Basic Info

Name:	Bill Weasley
Birthdate:	11-29

Bio

This is all a work of fiction for the fiery_inception roleplaying game. None of it is real. I don't own any of the world or characters mentioned in this profile, either.

The Basics

Character Name: Bill Weasley
PB: Taylor Hanson

Age: 29
Birthday: 29 November, 1970
Wand: Elder, 13 inches, unicorn tail hair, slender and inflexible.
House in School: Gryffindor.
Bloodline: Pure-blood.
Political View: Can anybody say Order of the Phoenix? Four years ago, Bill gave up his job as a curse-breaker (which he loved) and instead started a desk job (which he hates) all for the sake of being able to help the Order. He was there at the battle where Dumbledore was killed (and suffered for it, too), as well as at the final battle. However, Bill also recognizes that the war is not yet won – just one front of it. He tends to have somewhat anti-Ministry views, mainly because of the prevalent beliefs there on goblins and werewolves. Seeing as he came very close to being a werewolf himself, and has worked with goblins for most of his adult life, both are topics very close to his heart.

Appearance

Height: 6'2''
Weight: 164 lbs
Eyes: Steely gray-blue, but for all their cold colour Bill's eyes are quite amiable and friends.
Hair: Long, glossy and bright red. Bill generally wears it in a ponytail.
Build: Lanky, with long legs and slim hips.
Dress Style: Bill's clothes tend to be casual and... not shabby, but a bit used-looking. They fit him like an old friend's handshake; he doesn't like getting new clothes because, he says, it's such a hassle breaking them in. However, there's an undeniable trendiness to his attire; dragonhide boots, a fang earring, leather jacket and baggy jeans give the impression of somebody about to head off to a Muggle rock concert.
Basic Physical Description: A ready smile, scarred face, large and slightly crooked nose – that's Bill, all right. He has long, thin lips, all the better for smiling with, but, since he was mauled by Fenrir Greyback, they're usually twisted up into something a bit like a sneer. The illusion of anger and resentment is quickly dispelled when he really smiles, though. In his features, he is a handsome person, but the tremendous scarring mars most of that; however, his grin remains quite in tact. Underneath the tracks of whitish keloid, his skin is tanned and freckled, though that's hard to make out on his face. His scarring also extends to his upper arms and a bit of his chest, but that's mostly hidden by his clothes.
Defining Marks: The scars and red hair would be the most noticeable ones.

Personality

In truth, Bill could as easily have been a Hufflepuff as he could have been a Gryffindor; yes, he's brave and protective towards the people he loves and valiant and ready to step in if he sees something he thinks is unjust, but he's also very upright, honest and responsible, more the tough and enduring type than the hot-headed knight in shining armour. Maybe he's a bit lazy when it comes that stuff that doesn't excite his passion, and yes, there isn't a lot that excites his passion, since he's such a mellow person. Maybe he bottles up his emotions a bit too much, doesn't tell people when he's bothered, and has a nasty tendency to let a problem he has about something or someone lie, and lie, and fester, and then eventually he will explode at the slightest prompting in a very unexpected, hurtful way (it's one of the traits about himself that he hates the most, because it's a bit like dishonesty, or lying by omission).

But he's also willing to learn, willing to listen, willing to work hard and, on the whole, willing to love other people. He's the sort of person who has that “leader” quality to them, but he's not exactly the spur-of-the-moment inspirational-speeches type. He plans, and he organizes, and he directs, but he's more reactive than proactive. Then again, it can be hard to tell where the line between being prepared and acting ends. Bill is also very trustworthy; he always hated it when people betrayed his secrets, and is determined never to do that to another person. He also used to be quite trusting, even naïve – since the war, that has changed; it has turned on its, head, even. Bill has, instead, become very suspicious, something that used to be quite unlike him. It's the most unsubtle and noticeable affect of the war on his personality.

People have described Bill as “cool”, and it is an accurate description – though not quite, perhaps, in the way it was meant. Bill is very calm and laid back, with a level head and meticulously controlled temper. Being the oldest of what was, eventually, to be seven meant that he had to be tough, enduring, patient, supportive, protective, organized and, most of all, in control of himself. It is very difficult to get Bill to show anything more extreme than loving exasperation. That doesn't mean, however, that he's an angel. He isn't. He's human, and he has emotions, nasty thoughts and cruel impulses. He just happens to have years upon years of practice at bottling those things up and ignoring them.

That is what makes Bill so... well, serene would probably be a good word for it; he tries not to let his emotions get the better of him and instead ignores them (sometimes to disastrous consequences). Plus, he has decided that, okay, life happens. Other people happen. Unexpected stuff crops up, your girlfriend breaks up with you because the person sitting opposite her at work chewed gum too noisily and distracted her and made her mess up horribly in her job and get fired, maybe you get a cauldron dropped on your head somehow. No avoiding it, in the end. So, Bill has resigned himself to this. He has learned not to let anything faze him, and to help him in this he has learned how to think on his feet. It's something he does very well; Bill is adaptable and a quick learner, and as he gets pressed into a corner, he becomes even keener. Add to that the fact that people tend to like him because he's patient, cautious and sensible rather than impulsive, reckless and rash, it means that Bill has no real reason to doubt himself (since other people don't), and won't let himself doubt, either. One of the earliest lessons he learned was when he recited a simple poem for Christmas, for the whole family. He got very, very nervous, so nervous that when he messed up on one line, he seized up and... forgot the next line. In other words, he was so nervous that he would do badly that he did do badly. Of course, it didn't matter much to anybody concerned, but Bill remembered, and as he got older he learned that it applied to practically ever situation in life, and that doubt was much the same thing as nerves.

Ergo, he thought one day, don't worry too much about what could happen. Be prepared. Be sure you're prepared. And then, if you're really sure you're prepared, then you really are prepared and you can handle whatever happens. If something happens which you weren't prepared for... ah well, tough luck.

From that day on, that was Bill's philosophy regarding life, and it has served him well. He plans his life for the long-term and lives it for the short-term. He has a set of general rules – ask questions first, for instance – which can apply to most situations, but doesn't agonize about what those situations might be.

People seem to like that about Bill, that he's unhurried but prepared – ready to take life in stride, but seeing no reason to make that stride quick and rushed. He wants to savour life, wants to have fun, and isn't going to spend precious time worrying about it when he could just be out there experiencing it, the good and the bad. The value of friends is that they will forgive you if you screw up, most of the time, so having friends is very valuable to Bill indeed, for that reason.

Plus, then there's the fact that Bill just genuinely likes most other people.

Although, it has to be said that some of that has changed, especially the bits about not worrying and moving on. After all, it is difficult not to brood and worry, and not to indulge in too much grief, when you pretend that you're not really hurt, that you have already gotten over it, and you just let it sit at the back of your mind and don't tell anybody. That's what Bill does, because he has gotten so used to not reacting based on his feelings that it is an automatic response now to let them build up like dust in an attic. Since the war has ended, Bill has been worrying a lot and grieving a lot more than it seems. Since he keeps it hidden, it is slowly turning into a huge burden, growing heavier and heavier; he can't relieve it by talking to another person because, in a way, he denies it himself. Denial of an emotion is often how he controls it. But the grief isn't just petty annoyance that the twins booby-trapped his door or some such thing; it's something so much bigger, and his denial is wearing thin. People close to him may have noticed that he seems a bit broodier than usual, frowning and distracted and with the occasional flash of sorrow showing through the placid facade. He hasn't told anybody just how much loss he's feeling, because after all, he doesn't do that, or that's what he tells himself. He tells himself that he endures alone; other people need him, but he doesn't need other people. It's his greatest – perhaps only – form of arrogance. Thanks to it, slowly, the sorrow is turning into a time-bomb, waiting to explode.

On the subject of his scars, Bill has never been vain about his appearance, though he knows that he was handsome. Obviously, he's a bit bitter about losing that, but for the most part he just gets on with his life, especially since the only other effects of Greyback's attack were a certain fondness for rare steak and the fact that he becomes a bit... predatory, prickly and easily angered – wolfish, shall we say – near the full moon, and his normally smooth baritone voice gets gruffer and more guttural, and he pushes people away a little bit and spends a lot of time on his own. But Bill has a lot of practice in controlling him impulses, so normally it's no big problem. However, his scars have affected a small change; there is one sure-fire way to make Bill lose his temper now (something that's not a pretty sight): pitying him. There's this sort of condescending quality to pity from other people which Bill can't stand... as though they think that it has changed him somehow, has made him weaker, lesser...

In the end, Bill can handle a lot, but he does have a point where he will collapse under the weight of it. At the moment, he's so troubled and on edge that any small thing could be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Psychology

Extrovert/Introvert: Bill is extroverted, but he doesn't impose himself on people. He's not the exuberant, boisterous sort, doesn't rush up to a complete stranger and start overwhelming them with every detail about his recent life; instead, he takes his relations with others in steps, building friendships slowly (he's a cautious sort, anybody who knows him even on a surface level could tell you that), but building them to last, too. He's not the life of the party, but he can tell a joke or two. Mainly, his charisma isn't in talk or showy antics, but rather in the fact that he really knows who he is and is happy with that. Bill is confident, but not arrogant; he has maturity, he's self-possessed, but he's content rather than ambitious. Himself, something useful and interesting to do, a few people he loves and honesty from everybody (especially him; the thing that is most likely to send Bill into a bad mood is if he realizes he has been lying to himself)... that's all he needs to be happy. And he has that.

So, because he's happy with himself, he's quite friendly, relaxed and sociable.

Of course, more recently he has gotten into the habit of going unusually quiet and distracted for short periods of time when nobody is addressing him; normally, when he's in groups and he isn't talking, he's listening, and the thinking he does ties in to what is being said. However, ever since the end of the war it has been happening more and more frequently that he just seems to tune out during a conversation and stare into space, preoccupied with topics which have nothing to do with those his companions are focusing on.
Boggart Would Be: It varies somewhat, but it's always a variation upon a theme. Bill will either see himself, alone, with no friends around him (just him, nobody else in the whole wide world to reach out to), stumbling about and clearly lost, or else himself with the bodies of various murdered family members (most frequently Charlie, Fleur and his mother) lying around him (or sometimes just the murdered bodies on their own). Both symbolize aloneness and loss, two of the things that are the most likely to really frighten Bill.
Patronus Would Be: Bill can indeed produce a corporeal patronus. It takes the form of a horse – not a unicorn, not a Pegasus, but just a strong-looking, sturdy horse. The horse represents strength, endurance, patience, stamina, devotion, travel, freedom and wildness and power, among other things.

Sexuality

Unquestioningly – and unquestionably – heterosexual. And taken, too – very, very taken with one Fleur Delacour (who is now, to Bill's delight, Fleur Delacour-Weasley). Bill has had several lovers in the past, and he wasn't exactly... chaste, shall we say, but now that he's married he certainly has no reason or intention to cheat on his wife.

Lifestyle

Occupation: Currently, a desk job at Gringott's Wizarding Bank, though previously he worked as a curse-breaker for the same bank.
Residence: A small cottage near The Burrow, which he shares with his wife Fleur.
Financial Status: He gets by, let's put it that way. Bill isn't exactly the richest of the rich, but being a curse-breaker was a slightly risky job, so it paid fairly well. Of course, his desk job doesn't pay half as well, but it's still enough to support himself, and between them he and Fleur can live not resplendently, but comfortably.

Family

Parents: Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley.
Siblings: The whole clan; Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley (deceased), Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley.

Bill would be insulted if anybody suggested that he didn't get along with any of his siblings, unless it were true. And if it were true, then he'd be sure to try to make it up as quickly as possible. Hell, he even got along fairly well with Percy, something that most of his other siblings couldn't claim to do. When it comes to his mother, they have had a few disagreements in the past, but they never really progressed beyond that; for instance, Mrs. Weasley maintained that he should cut his hair and neaten up his dress style, something which Bill calmly resisted. She also didn't approve of his love of Fleur for a while. However, it speaks volumes about the Weasleys that even accumulated small tiffs like that don't amount to anything bigger, because they simply care that much. At least, that's the way Bill sees it.

The sibling Bill gets along with the best is probably Charlie. He has a very older-brother type attitude towards Ginny and Ron (and, to an extent, Fred and George, who he often tried, unsuccessfully, to rein in a bit), and with regards to Percy often served as the peace-maker between him and the rest of the Weasley children, but Charlie is... Not so much a younger brother as just a brother. An equal. Not that he views his other siblings as lesser; they're just... different, in a subtle way. With Charlie, that barrier is removed or, at the very least, made quite thin indeed.

History from student days at Hogwarts to the present time

As a student at Hogwarts, Bill was a good friend, a diligent pupil and a promising wizard. He stuck by and up for his friends, bided by the rules and always got his homework in on time, receiving good marks in almost all of it. There were no real irregularities to his student life, nothing to remark on. There were a few crushes, a few broken friendships, a few endeavours of various sorts, but nothing really affected a drastic change in Bill's character.

By the time he reached his fifth year, he was among the best in his class, and he passed all twelve of his OWLs, with nothing lower than an “E” except in Muggle Studies, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. He proceeded to take NEWTs in Arithmancy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Herbology and Ancient Runes.

One thing that many of Bill's friends thought was a bit odd was his ambition for his career. He wanted to be a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Most of his acquaintances would have pegged him as a future Ministry worker for sure – Prefect, Head Boy, top grades, not a single detention in his life. However, Bill had other ideas. Sure, he might have followed the rules to the letter, but that didn't mean he was a dry old prune. Bill has a good sense of humour and a lust for life. He needs new sights, experiences, maybe even a bit of glamour to keep things interesting. He loves life; it was just that at Hogwarts, he saw no reason to break the rules, since he was having plenty of fun abiding by them.

So, when he graduated from Hogwarts, Bill immediately applied for a job as a junior curse-breaker. With his more-than-adequate grades, he was accepted in a trice, given the basic training and then stationed to China under a more senior curse-breaker there for hands-on experience. After several years, having proved himself quite capable, he was re-assigned to Egypt, to work mostly on his own, sometimes with a partner.

In Egypt, there were more of the typical personal dramas which everybody has in their life; friends, lovers, slights, betrayals, the usual. They weren't of much note in the grand scheme of things; in the long-term, they served mainly to reinforce Bill's outlook on the world. On the whole, he did his job, tried to stay as close to his family as possible (most of his vacations were spent at home with his family, including the summer of the World Cup in 1994) and enjoyed life.

Then, when Bill was twenty-five, he received a rather long letter from his father, detailing the situation in Britain and dealing with the matter of the Order of the Phoenix. As soon as possible, Bill requested a transfer from his employers on the grounds of wanting to be closer to his family during slightly troubled times for them. The curse-breaker he was working alongside at that time, Azar Samara (who was also his on-and-off not-quite-girlfriend), was not fooled (though the reason he gave wasn't exactly a lie). After a long conversation filled with several questions that Bill would rather have avoided (including “why are you REALLY leaving?”), he was rather glad when his transfer was completed and he started his new job in England. For several years, he worked with the Order, using his desk job mostly as a cover for his real work: employing his connections with goblins, doing some recruiting and research, and so on. Over the course of his work with Gringotts, he had also learned several languages, including Gobbledegook and Mermish, which was quite useful to his work for the Order.

Also, coinciding with said work was Bill's blooming relationship with Fleur Delacour, whom he had met some months earlier at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament... and had subsequently fallen head-over-heels in love with.

To his elation, they were engaged about two years later.

For a while, Bill was absorbed in his work for the Order, with few changes to his job; most of it was still sending owls and letters, making contacts and so on. Then, in late 1996, Dumbledore contacted him and stationed him on guard duty at Hogwarts for a night. Bill accepted the surprise assignment and made his way to Hogwarts as quickly as possible, and found himself on guard duty with several other Order members.

At first, everything seemed to be normal; all the entrances were covered, and there seemed to be no possibility of attack.

The Death Eaters hit him from behind.

In the ensuing chaos, Bill didn't last through the whole battle, because a while into the fight he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback. The mauling left him unconscious for about a day (mercifully), as well as permanently scarred.

When he awoke, the scarring was a great blow to Bill at first, though he consoled himself with the fact that at least Greyback hadn't been transformed when it had happened. Fleur standing by him, however, was a huge bolster for him, and with that knowledge he found that it was very easy to just get on with his life... at least with regards to his scars. The only really annoying this about the scars, after a while, was the pity some people gave him; he found that it made him incredibly tetchy. However, the death of Dumbledore hit him much, much harder and his tendency to brood started when he heard about it.

But life went on. The scars healed marginally, leaving horribly prominent tracks across his face, but life still went on. He and Fleur were soon married in an occasion of rare joy in what was turning into a very bleak world, purchasing a small cottage near the Burrow shortly afterwards.

For Bill, his encounter with Fenrir Greyback did not dull his devotion to the Order; he continued to serve as best he could, though he started to worry more and more about his new wife – what the Death Eaters might do to her so they could get at him, or also simply because she was and is a powerful witch in her own right. His worries doubled once she actually joined the Order, something he had not thought possible (the worries doubling, that is – he knew that Fleur was perfectly capable of choosing to become an Order member). He wasn't accustomed to worrying so much about things, and it made him a bit snappish towards other people.

It turned out that Bill was right to be worried. Greyback continued to haunt and hunt Bill; it became clear that his intention was to force Bill to abandon the Order and join Voldemort's side. Predictably, it wasn't a very tempting option at all for Bill... and that cost Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, her life. It was incredibly horrible, and made the war all that much worse and more real. More... immediate. More awful. He began to understand what war really meant. It was worse than Dumbledore being murdered, because it the murder wasn't about something that had little to do with him; it was about him directly.

Then, one day, the war was over. Looking back at that period, Bill can't really pick out many individual memories; the days all seem to be the same. Even when he realized that it was finished – that Voldemort was finally vanquished – there was no real elation, just a sort of grim satisfaction that doesn't and didn't really stand out.

Afterwards... well, afterwards was afterwards. Bill tried to settle into some semblance of normality: he had Fleur, he still had all of his family except for Percy (it horrifies Bill, sometimes, about how he can regard Percy as just another death) and he still had himself. He has been continuing his job, but has been finding it increasingly more tedious. He dislikes the work, and isn't doing anything useful for the Order of the Phoenix at the moment, a matter he intends to resolve as soon as possible. He hasn't been sleeping well, he hasn't been working well; he finds it difficult to focus when his head is filled with thoughts of people who are dead. He hasn't been telling anybody, either, because he doesn't even realize that, subconsciously, he's making himself forget the dreams when he wakes up the mornings, and he's making himself see the images only in the very back of his head. Stress and overwork has been leading to him spending less and less time with his family, something he hopes to rectify soon.

Somehow.

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