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tzarina m. barr
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Feb 27, 2010 1:07:00 GMT -5

Post by tzarina m. barr on Feb 27, 2010 1:07:00 GMT -5

To get sorted you must put on the blue cloak, pictured below, and it will read your thoughts to see what kind of person you are and to see what house you belong in. The cloak once belonged to Adora Rouerie, one of the original founders. She is the one in the picture below.

Sorting Cloak

Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon

Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posess the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind

Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.

Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye

These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

To be sorted I want you to fill out the code below. Also please don't go copy the traits directly from the history. Just write truthfully about your character.[/b][/size]

[b]First Name:[/b]
[b]Last Name:[/b] 
[b]Age:[/b] 
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[b]History:[/b] 
[b]Personality:[/b] 
[b]Sample RP:[/b]

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just a RP sample that shows your ability, it MUST be one with the character you are signing-up with, not from another site, thanks. As for age, no student can be over the age of 18.

A few pointers for your sorting application. Make sure that your history makes sense! Make sure that your character has flaws, no one is perfect period! Make sure that each section is long and strong enough.

lilychernova
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Feb 27, 2010 11:17:24 GMT -5

Post by lilychernova on Feb 27, 2010 11:17:24 GMT -5

First Name: Lily

Last Name: Chernova

Age: 16

Appearance:

Lily is a sixteen year old girl with a very particular look. She seems like a veela with her long blond-platinized hair and big blue eyes, but she's not even related to them. Even though she looks dreamy, she's everything but it. She likes to use different kinds of clothes and she's quite talented, making her own accessories and sometimes clothes when she can't find what she wants or needs. Her favourite colour is blue and you'll see her using that colour constantly in almost every occasion. However, she has no problem using other colours as long as they fit her mood or the occasion in question.

History:
Lily was born to Abigail Cook and Keanu Chernova, in Moscow, Russia at the year of 1994. Abigail was a beautiful French muggle and Keanu was a handsome Russian wizard. It was during a cold Winter that both Lily's parents found each other on the most awkward situations. They were different, but so similar at the same time and it was fortune that brought them together.
Abigail was visiting Moscow when she lost herself on those alleys no-one wants to see itself lost; and she was almost in panic when she collided to a good looking man. However, she thought he was some kind of a rich burglar and tried to run away. To worse things the man went after her, scaring her even more. Then, she turned on a street and just disappeared.

A few days later she was eating her breakfast on a simple café when he entered. Fear crossed her body once again, when she thought that man was pursuing her. She payed and left. For her misfortune, though, he went after her once again. However, he reached her before she could run again. He explained himself, they questioned each other and like if it was meant to be, they became friends. She left to France and they kept contacting each other through letters. She thought the way she received the letters was a Russian thing, because it was always a beautiful brown owl that brought them. And then the letters stopped coming. With her heart broken she thought he gave up of her until the day he appeared in front of her house in France. It was with tears from both of them that Keanu presented her with an engagement ring.

A few months later they married in a beautiful Spring day of the year of 1992, at a French church. Then, after they honeymoon in Paris, they moved to Moscow. Two years later they first and unique daughter was born. Emotions were hard to control and they were overwhelmed for having such a beautiful child. She was blond like her father and she had her mother's blue eyes. They called her Lily because she looked like a flower blossoming on a Spring day, and the Lilies were they favourite flowers.
Lily had a wonderful childhood, full with love, tolerance, kindness until the day she started doing strange things. She was six years old when she began showing off some skills, not drawing, intelligence like skills, but magical gifts. She could fly a few meters high, she could play with flowers and sometimes when she was angry she used to blow up things.

It was on a dark day that the accident happened and all the truth came to the surface. Lily was showing off a new skill when her mother caught doing it again. Abigail tried to hide it, pretend to be blind, but she just couldn't keep doing that. Her daughter had skills and they everything but normal. As such, she confronted her husband, trying to understand. Keanu never confessed his skills, until that day. It was important to tell the truth, and it was hard. Abigail and Keanu started fighting with words, yelling, crying. Lily never saw such thing in her house. She couldn't understand and it was too much for her to control. She became angry, she cried, she yelled and then her powers went out of control and she blew the kitchen. Broken glass flew everywhere and when everything calmed down, the worst had already happened. Her mother was lying down on the floor above a huge pool of blood. With a last sigh she said she loved them and died.

Lily was too small to understand, but she grew up with that memory. Her father tried to help her forget, and they moved to Paris, but it was impossible for her to forget, it was engraved in her memory. Years passed and she grew up more and more introverted and angry with everyone, but especially herself. She considered herself guilty. When she was nine, Keanu, destroyed with what happened and the way it changed Lily, went to her bedroom, while she was sleeping, and made a memory spell. However, instead of obliviating the memory, he just hid it on a deep, unconscious corner of her brain. From that day on, Lily changed again and the story that her mother died on a car accident became the official story of how her mother died. And they never spoke about her again, even when Lily tried to know more, Keanu just refused to talk.

Nevertheless, it was too much for him and a few months later he was found by Lily, hanged in his bedroom. Once again Lily had to move, and she went to her grandfather's house. He was her grandfather from her mother's side, the only survivor of her close family. He lived in Northern France, in a small village close to Lille. His name was Antoine and he was an amazing person, very kind, just like her mother. He raised her and taught her everything about generosity, kindness, and the importance of helping others but still keep her own personality and values. With time she was able to bury her past but never forget.

When she was eleven years old she received a strange letter, inviting her to study on a school of magic called Beauxbatons. Her grandfather as a muggle couldn't understand but he would support her independently of her decisions. And when she decided to accept the invitation, he kept by her side. Lily spent five years in Beauxbatons and learned how to control her powers, gained some close friends and grew up more wise and dreamy. But she was never able to understand why her father killed himself.

Personality:
Lily is a very special girl and she crossed many terrible moments during her short life, but her personality grew up and she has several traits that define her:

Tolerant - anyone who knows Lily knows how tolerant she is. Even though she doesn't forgive liars very easily, she is able to give them a second chance if they ask her. She knows how difficult it is to live without making mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes.

Kind and Generous - Lily is a very kind and generous person. She is always there when someone needs and she gives everything she has if she thinks that's going to help them. It as simple as this, with no BS.

Dreamy - Other adjective that describes her the best is dreamy. Everyone that looks at her will think that she is day-dreaming, and maybe they're right. But that doesn't mean she is distracted. She is the most attentive person you could find and she will understand things that you probably never will.

Talented - Lily is very talented. She loves to draw, and when she is at her grandfather's house, she loves to work with her computer and make graphic-designs. She also loves to go to the cinema and she is a huge fan of the seventh art. Beyond that, she loved to read. So, it's quite difficult to say which she loves the most. She is basically a arts person.

Now, it seems like she only has qualities, but she also has defects. She is a very introverted person. Even though she changed when her father hid that memory away, she kept the introverted side of herself. She isn't a very social person and people usually have difficulties to understand her ways and personality.

Beyond that, sometimes she can seem like a know-it-all. She is quite bright and she loves to be a good student. If she sees that something you're doing is not right she may call your attention and try to help you. That sometimes can be misunderstood.
She's also very proud. When she puts something in her head it's really difficult to change her mind. She may also be rude if you try to. To finish, even though she has more small defects beyond these, she's quite of a shy person. That is related to the first defect and it even makes things more hard. She tends to enclose herself and keep people in the outside.

Sample RP:
A displeased expression spread across Lily's face as she saw the vast array of people populating the gardens. Her big blue eyes scanned for a vacant area, away from giggling girls, boys rating the teachers on their looks and busy teachers. She spotted a tree a few hundred yards away and headed in it's direction.

All she wanted was to get stuck into a good history book. Her broom was being repaired so unless her friends "apparated" in front of her, engrossing herself in bloody events that took place even before her fathers's grandfather was born was the best way for her to spend her time.

She was hummering her favourite song when she heard a THUD. She presumed it was just someone closing a door or something and she disregarded the sound. After another few steps she heard a succession of thuds and turning around to find the contents of her bag trailing in a path behind her.

She muttered to herself before bending down to pick up the first book. Her bag was falling apart, she knew that, but she was saving up for new dragon gloves. Her grandfather was getting older and they lived with his retiring pension and it was harder year by year. In fact she pitied her grandfather for trying to help her giving her money he didn't have. So, she had ignored the signs of ware and tare the bag had been displaying, keeping her grandfather from spending more money. She would gain her own to buy what she needed. She couldn't lean on her grandpa forever.

The bag now displayed a huge tare and was useless. "I guess I'll be waiting another month for those gloves" Lily said, readjusting the beret on her head before kneeling to pick up the rest of the bags contents. "Stupid, stupid bag!".

Hmmm, you have qualities from both houses but I'm thinking Cossu!

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:09:47 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

macherie
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Feb 28, 2010 15:55:04 GMT -5

Post by macherie on Feb 28, 2010 15:55:04 GMT -5

First Name: Etienne Lucien
Last Name: Tazet
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:

History:
On one chilly fall day, two young muggles were married. Their names were Margot Le Beaux, and Gaelan Tazet. They were married for two years before they conceived their first child, Brigette. She was born on March 16^th, 1994, makign her now 17.

On April 12^th, 1995, Margot and Gaelan gave birth to their second child, Etienne Lucien Tazet. He had a fairly happy childhood, and his parents were a happy couple. His sister and he always fought, and so they weren't very close over the years. But they knew that if one needed the other, they'd be able to depend on each other.

Personality:
Sample RP:

WIP!

maggie
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 9, 2010 20:04:54 GMT -5

Post by maggie on Mar 9, 2010 20:04:54 GMT -5

First Name: Margarita
Last Name: Gutierrez
Age: Fifteen
Appearance:
History: The Gutierrez family have a long line of purebloods in their history. In Spain, the Gutierrez was the family that boasted their bloodline and said that it was pure as gold. A prejudice family in the least, each family member were forbidden to marry someone who wasn't a pureblood. Arranged marriages weren't something new to any Gutierrez and one knew that love wasn't real. Pablo Gutierrez was a young and carefree man when he met Shannon O'Connell. Shannon was an Irish girl who had attended Hogwarts and was just a cute Hufflepuff girl. She was never the smart one nor brave and cunning to be in any other house. She was just a fun loving girl who had her 'blonde' moments.

Pablo and Shannon met at a Quidditch match. Their parents knew each other since both of their fathers are sponsers for the Puddlemudd United team. So they sat next to each other and introduced their children to each other and once the game was over, the two wrote to each other for a year. Now twenty years old, Shannon and Pablo met up again and love sparked and instantly the two hit it off and were together every second. Never was there one without the other. They moved in with each other on the second date and he even took her virginity away. But none of that matter to each other. All they cared about was that they were together.

Only five months later, Pablo's parents heard of such scandels and immedietly put a stop to such horrors. Though Shannon was pureblood, his parents didn't approve and soon made an arranged marriage. Pablo had no choice but to get married to some woman he didn't want and left poor Shannon alone with her unborn child.

Years went on without any contact and Shannon eventually got married to another man because she needed more help with her only daughter Margarita. It wasn't an entirely happy marriage, but they were comfortable. Now living in France, Maggie grew up in a wild environment. Her mother was a baby making machine and had five more kids afer getting married. Being the oldest wasn't like being the oldest in any other household for Maggie.

She was free to do whatever, but was a misguided teenager. With no direction from her parents, Maggie was on her own to make her own decisions and judgment. Her siblings were wild and had no manners. They weren't like her and didn't look like her either. They were almost foreign to her. The only one she could relate to was the youngest of the bunch: Catalina. She was the most like her and to Maggie, normal like herself. It wasn't until Maggie turned fifteen that she found out her mother was having an affair with her biological father and little Catalina is her real sister. Her mother faked that it was her other dad's. Knowing her mother all too well, she knew that she didn't really love the man she married, so she let it slide, but still wasn't ok with it.

Personality: Maggie gets most of her personality from her mother. She's not smart, brave, or even cunning. Maggie is just the fun girl that people like to hang out with because she gets people to laugh with at her stupidity. That's all she is though. She's just a girl that people like to laugh at because she's slow. Incredibly nice, Maggie makes a lot of friends, but with people she likes. She's a prejiduce who judges people on appearance first before getting to know them. With misguided ways, Maggie doesn't comprehend from right and wrong and is a very broken teenager.

She's a picky eater and hates bugs. Maggie likes to think of herself as a fashionista and takes pride in finding something to preoccupy herself with. Maggie never had a good role model and picked up bad habits from her mother and mostly her siblings. Chastity never came to Maggie's mind when doing it for the first time with someone she thought she loved. After being heartbroken, Maggie never could quite move on and always dated around never staying with someone for too long afraid for heartbreaks. She's a defense girl when she knows someone is bothering her and can have an attitude. Her Irish half tunes in and she's a fiesty woman. Mostly a bad influence on people, Maggie never had an open mind. Her thought process is on a one track circle.

Besides the negatives, Maggie gets around and isn't afraid to say what's on her mind. Her pureblood pride stays with her and can't seem to stay still for too long. A talkative teen, Maggie never gets tired of talking. She can't stand silence and giggles at everything. She appreciates Quidditch and one day is going to travel the world and hopefully one day meet her father.

Sample RP: It was a fine day in France. The grass was green and the sky was blue, clear of clouds. Everything was so perfect, but it wasn't even real. The painting in front of her was too perfect and wasn't even life-like to her. There it hung on the living room wall as she sat on the couch. A letter lay on her lap with a quill in her hand and ink on the table in front of her. The blank piece of parchment was untouched as Maggie tried to think of something to write.

Pounding feet run by and Maggie rolls her eyes. Her siblings shouldn't be allowed to do anything but sit in their room. They were going to cause the world trouble and everybody knew that. At least she didn't have that bad reputation and was on friendly terms with the nieghbors. Sighing, Maggie tried to ignore the chanting her siblings were shouting out to nobody. She still didn't get why they laughed everytime they looked at her when chanting that stupid chant. She wondered what was up with all the blonde jokes too! Maggie never got those and she didn't really want to know them either.

"Hey Maggie! Why did the bird fall out of the tree?" little Remy asked. Maggie played along, but she hadn't heard this joke before and knew it wasn't going to go anywhere. "I dunno, because it can't fly?" Maggie replied back not sure where this joke was going. "No, because the bird was really an airconditioner." Remy stated and with that he laughed and fell to the ground clutching his stomach. Maggie looked at him with confusion. What was an aircondtioner? And if the bird couldn't fly, why would it be an airconditioner? "I don't get it..." Maggie muttered to herself, only to make Remy laugh even harder. She could see tears starting to run and Maggie clicked her tounge with distast and began writing her letter.

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Difficult but I'm thinking Cossu!

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:10:17 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

pinkygirl
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 9, 2010 20:52:31 GMT -5

Post by pinkygirl on Mar 9, 2010 20:52:31 GMT -5

Name: Brianna “Bree” Woodsen
Age:14

Appearance: (attachment)
Bree has golden blond hair and side bangs which she wears up or down depending on her mood. She has blue-grey eyes and always a big smile. Bree is half veela. That explains her beautiful looks and long golden hair.

History: Bree’s dad is a pure blood wizard. His family was very upset when he married Bree’s mother, a vela. Since she was not a pure blood, it ended the family’s blood line. Her father’s family disowned him. This did not matter to them though. They went on with their marriage and had four sons.
Brianna Marie Woodsen was born on July, 15, 1995. Her parents had wanted a girl so bad, already having four little boys. She came as the perfect little girl they were wanting.
She grew up in quaint seaside French village surrounded by people who loved her. She was always free spirited and started asking people to call her Bree at the age of 6. She had an interest in clothes and make-up from a young age. Her bright personality made her very popular with the people her age in the village.

Personality: She’s very girly and has a lot of spirit. She likes to smile and have fun. Bree loves to be around people. She can get things done and often finds fun and creative ways of doing things. Bree has a positive influence on the people around her.
Her favorite color is Rose Pink. That color describes her perfectly. She is beautiful and girly though she is also athletic. Her hobbies’ are Drawing and hanging out with her friends. She loves to sketch people and animals. Bree is a very social person. She can’t get through an hour without talking or gossiping with her friends.

RP: Bree woke up to the sound of snow falling outside. It was getting late in the year, almost time for spring. That did not bother her at all. Bree loved snow. She immediately got up and put on her sled gear. The only thing she didn’t like about winter was heavy coats. She just felt suffocated.
As she walked through the kitchen she could smell hot chocolate. Her mother was stirring her bewitched tea kettle with her wand. Bree walked straight past it though. She was going to sled today. The last time it snowed she had been sick and couldn’t get out, but she could this time. The cold winter air blew against her as she walked out the door.
She found her brothers at the top of the hill. They had decided it was a perfect day to sled too. As she hopped her sled and started to glide down the hill she got butterflies in her stomach. Sledding was such a rush.
Please develop your RP section into three paragraphs and add more to your personality and history and change your profile name into the name mentioned in this application.

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metallicdeath
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 12, 2010 3:02:10 GMT -5

Post by metallicdeath on Mar 12, 2010 3:02:10 GMT -5

First Name: Massi (Full name: Massiren)

Last Name: Ballet Dureath.

Age: 11.

Appearance: Massiren Ballet Dureath, has shoulder length, blonde hair that has various colors of black, highlighted throughout her hair, in an array of pretty colors and styles. One side of her hair is clipped down so that is strays over her shoulder like a cat of a tail, but much more welcomly beautiful. Unlike the normal band, color or non colored, that a girl wears, She wears a pure gold bangle the size of a normal band, that has been charmed to have the flexibility of a band all the same. Much like a mood ring, the small jewel on it, has the nack of changing color, and the gold on the bangle would change a tint of that of the color in the jewel. In side the hollowed, out jewel, there is the hair of her grandfather. Fatiguet Ballet Dureath, witch happens to be a really famous person, that happens to be a Metamorphmagus, witch like any morphmagus, can change appearence of his body at will. On some days, Massi would stare into the jewel, wishing that her grandfather was back with her. Since Fatiguet was a famous writer for nearly all the books that have been made to satisfy young children, with things like 'fairytale storys.' Fatigeut was good at telling tales, when it came to bedtime, when she was a little girl. It makes her feel at home when she stares into it. Back to Massiren, her skin is tanned in the most lovely way possible, and her skin hardly bears any brake-outs or boils. She was not tanned at will, but instead born with it, luckily, which makes it as natural as possible. She basically had inhabited it from her grandmother, and cherishes her skin in the most lovely of ways, like apply speacial scrub, invented by her grandmother; Serinalea Ballet Dureath, who happens to be the created, of the 'Anti-Pimple scrub' that she made in her early life, and gained enough profits out of it. Later, in her life. She took on the buisness of writing potion ingrediants in the 'Potions of Pride' section in the daily profit, which was soon closed by a complaint, to. Semara Deshay, for submitting a potion that made the person fall asleep for a couple of hours and forget who they were for an hour, when they woke up. On days, other then school, Massi wears a top that is made by layers of colorful, sparkling silk. And on the bottom side, she wears a plain white, corigated, yet comfortable, small skirt. On her beautiful tanned face, she has a little cute nose, that can be called stubby, but still cute, and lips the shine of the faintest pink, even when she is not wearing make-up. Her eyes are light aqua, in color and her eyes are perfectly, the shape of almonds. Her eye lashes are curled and are beautiful. Above her eye lashes nest's a pretty bunch of, equal, twined eye brow's, that you can hardly see, because of its blonde color and the light effecting it. On school days, however, Massi wears a light make-up, her hair-bangle, and her normal school uniform that is of top quality.

History: Massiren's mother and father. Tupere Dureath, And Aanamere Dureath, are very kind and helpful. They have the job of at the Wizemgot, at the Ministry of magic, and they sometimes, help the judge, with the preparing of all the reservation sheets, and they carry on any task, that is commanded by the Minister, as if to help the people with the taking of the seats, and the reservation. They note down the witnesses and draw them into the courtroom for the sake of the people, that are being judged. And, as you may not see it, they have made the magical chains, that which bind over the the offender's arms when the offender sits down. So basically they are the assistants if the Wizemgot high master. Massirens parents, had been handed down to the world by, Fatiguet and Semara on her mothers side, and on her dad's side, Geout and Fedellin. Fatiguet, was the author of most of the books on which young children, feast there minds on now like; 'The bunny went to market' which had made him lots of money, because of the children, liking the design of the main character, C-J McHufflebum, the bunny, that went to market, met a fish on the way, and brought him to the market, and they got lost in the maze of objects to buy, and were lost in a magical world. And more of the un-read chapters books, including; 'Jugglers Will' and 'Time to dress.' Serinalea, Massirens grandmother was the creator of the 'Anti-pimple scrub' that seemed to make lots of money the first 20 minutes it was put onto the side of wonder-witch products. Then later in her life, she became the author of the 'Potions or pride' side of the daily profit, until it was shut down, to a complaint related around, a women called 'Semara Dashay' sending in a submitting of a potion that made the user fall asleep, and then later wake up, not knowing who they were for an hour.
On the other side of the family, there is Geout, the assistant of the man who made up with the new contraption, 'Spellotape' which is used for mending wands. Fedellin, Geouts wife, was the designer of many clothes of the shop called 'Cleaned with clothes' which sold clothes to make the user feel more happy with themselves. All of Massiren's ancestors were good money makers and, by sending down he riches down to her family, making Tupere and Aanamere quite rich, and they left a huge, bathed in rich furniture, manor. All of her ancestry has the name of 'French' which weaves through all of the generations.

Personality: Massiren takes on most of these personality's, but mostly, built up of most of her personality, she is kind, and a good friend. Massiren lives up to the one golden rule, 'Do on to thee what thou desire.' Which makes her kind, helping, caring and good to get along with. Her one hazardous thing is that she is more of a megalomaniac, hating dirt, and having to sanitize her hands ever once and a while. But over all, she is the most relying person that was ever made.

Sample RP: Strolling out into the garden, Massiren looked at her pocket watch in shock. It made her face curl up into surprise and happiness. It was nearly time to head off to Beauxbatons, on the local train, that usually came late because of the rush of the people getting off and onto it. She retaliated when she saw it to well, that her mother came out into the garden immediately when she heard Massi call. 'Mummy, its time.' in her prim and proper voice. Wandering over to the garden, her mother calling out to her father in a voice like no other, 'Bring down the bags.' She saw a little, purple lavender plant that looked like it had magically come out of the ground, what she didn't know, was that is was a bewitched lavender plant. In fascination, she looked at the little plant, as it coiled and recoiled like a small ribbon in the wind. She reached her hand down to the beautiful amazing sight, and at the very moment, the flower on the lavender ripped apart and revealed little, seedy teeth. It bit her, and at the touch of the little plant, the bitten bit had become purple, and was swelling at the fastest rate. Oh, no. Massiren thought as she held her finger in agony, crying a small bit. Her bratish little sister showed out of the shrub on the side of the garden area. She walked up to Massiren with a small grin on her face. 'What did you do?' Yelled Massiren, knowing it was her. 'Oh don't worry, your finger will shrivel up and die in a weeks time, and there is no way to stop it.' Said her sister, in the most cruelest way, possible, to make Massiren even more scared. She pulled a face at Massiren, it was the bratish face that meant; You-can-do nothing-about-it. Immediately Massi couldn't hold her temper anymore, and yelled to her sister like she has done something horribly wrong, which she did. 'Where did you learn that spell from! .. How could you? .. Why to me? ...' Bratishly, her sister answered, mimicking an annoying voice. 'I got it from the girls down the lane..' Massi answered immediately after she said that. 'Well, you should not be listening to them.' Her sister curled up her face in insultance. 'Meh, your a worrywort' The way her sister said wort, made her shudder because of her megalomaniac personality. Her sister had meant it to stir her sister up some more, like how if you stirred a cake, it would become foamy, and angry looking. Out of ease, Jelleda took out her wand. Torgeo. Out of ease, the infected area faded away like smoke being lost in the breeze. After that, tapping the little bite on Massi's finger while saying Episkey was helpful, because the little dint on her skin was gone, and her sister skipped away down the lane, supposedly to talk to her friends on what which she had done.

Must be Cossu

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:11:11 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

cherrylegs012
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 12, 2010 17:22:30 GMT -5

Post by cherrylegs012 on Mar 12, 2010 17:22:30 GMT -5

First Name: Annabel

Last Name: Caldwell

Age: 16

Appearance:
Annabel has chesnut brown hair, that flops in loose curls, and comes a little past her shoulders. The loosely flowing bangs are cute into only a few layers and sweeps across one side of her forehead and a bit of her barely rosy cheeks. Her heart shaped face with slightly pale skin makes her crystal clear blue eyes sparkle. She has a thin mouth, with pale pink, full lips, and small, long nose. Her teeth are almost perfect, with only tiny gaps that are barely noticeable. Her stature is poised and she is around five feet six inches, and has a thin, but full frame. Normally, she will wear a pair of dark wash, straight leg jeans and a comfortable, but stylish, t-shirt. She always wears a white gold necklace with an aquamarine in the shape of a heart around her neck, and will never be seen without ballet flats on.

History: Annabel Caldwell was born on June 8, 1993 in a small, wooden and stone cottage, with tons of wildflowers growing all around, in Canterbury, England. She was born to her mother, Anna, and father, Elijah, who had been ecstatic when they had found out that they would have a girl. It was a beautiful sunny morning when Annabel, came into the world with little fuzzy chesnut hairs on her head. Her mother died giving birth to her, and so, her father named her Annabell, after her mother, and the bell shaped flowers around their house her mother loved so much.

She had had a brother, but he had run away long before she came to knew him, for she was only three when he ran away. And so, her father raised her to be a polite, kind, and caring young lady. She took care of him, and the house, and never once complained about her full time job as an almost housekeeper. She knew that her father needed her and she couldn't just quit on him, but there was always something she hated him for. He discouraged her from thinking she was out of the ordinary. However, Annabel knew deep in her heart that she was different, but in a good way. She knew that the reason she could do small, but impossible things, was something no one else could. Her thoughts of her "talent" inspired her to check into absolutely every explanation she could come up with, but nothing she looked at explained it. Until now.

Personality:
Annabel has a happy, but subtle personailty. She is sweet and caring, and would always do anything to help anyone, maybe even an enemy. Whenever someone is in need, Annabel will be found giving a helping hand. She was taught to look at things realistically, and not to constantly look on the positive side. The death of her mother taught her to expect the worst to prepare herself. She can deal with lots of people and understand how to fix almost any situation.

She has a quick temper, however, and will jump on anyone who insults her or her family. Her patience level is low, for she likes things to be done immediately (procrastination is not an option). She strives for perfection and always has things neat and perfectely presentable. Her schoolwork is of the upmost quality and she is, for the most part, an outstanding student. Annabel loves to catch people when they are telling the wrong information, particularly during a debate, and will politely correct them.

She is not a bad person, really, but she does likes things just her way, and as she was essentially an only child, her father tried to give her whatever she wanted. For that reason, she is often quite demanding and will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

Sample RP:
The birds chirped a sweet, slow melody, waking up the rest of the world. Annabel was already awake, and had been for two hours. It was seven a.m. and she was walking up a winding, stone staircase leading up to the Tower. Step, step, step. Annabel could barely think. She had no idea where her feet carried her, and soon she had reached the top. The sun shone its golden rays and brought out the light brown highlights in her hair. She looked over the balcony down at the glossy, green lawns and her mind wandered. She thought of her father, at home, alone, almost helpless, like he was barely getting by.

But she was happy to be here. She was grateful she had been granted the chance of something to do with her life. A sad smile appeared upon her face, and a tear fell down her cheek, salty and warm. She turned her back to the stone balcony and slid herself down. Her body was hunched against the wall and her knees were tucked up under her arms. She rocked herself back and forth, crying. Why she did not know. Maybe it was sheer loneliness, or just an unknown sadness. Whatever it was needed to be fixed, and soon.

As the tears continued to slide swiftly down her flustered cheeks, she reached in her small shoulder bag and pulled out a leather bound pocket journal and a blue pen. The book was old and the thick pages were rough and uneven, and the ink had smeared on several pages in small little sections shaped like teardrops. Annabel opened the book a little over halfway, and began to glide her pen along the frayed pages, in an extremely small and cramped handwriting. She wrote of her fears of no one liking her here, of her father, back at home, with no one, and her long lost brother, whom she worried about almost daily. Not only did her fears fill the pages of that old leather book, but so did her deep sadness. Her sadnesss of never seeing her mother, the only person, she had thought would have ever understood her.

The tears continued to fall, and they continued to smear the bluish ink, as they had been for a very long time. And those teardrops would stain until everything was fixed, until she was fixed.

Please add one more paragraph in your RP section and please develop a little bit more your character's personality.

I hope that's better!

Must be Rouerie!

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:11:50 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 12, 2010 20:56:18 GMT -5

Post by serendipity bell * on Mar 12, 2010 20:56:18 GMT -5

First Name

Serendipity Madeline

Last Name

Norton-Bell

Age

Seventeen

Appearance

History

Serendipity's name should be a dead giveaway to her parents' background. Dippy was born after her parents had gone through so much. Her mother, Alice Norton, was raised in a poor family in the outskirts of England, on a farm, with her five other sisters. The eldest were married but still lived the regular, average farm-life. Whereas the two who were older than her were still single. She had met her future husband, Antonio Bell, in the market one day. He was out visiting his aunt (Brooke) who was neighbors with Alice's family. So, they saw each other often. However, when Alice went off to school, she seemed to keep running into him and they seemed to be doing the exact same things every time. One could say every time they ran into each other, it could be considered a date! Shocking though it may be, they eventually realized that, despite a few bumps (meaning Antonio's parents) along the way, they got married. However, Dippy was conceived long before that and was born the day after the wedding.

Dippy was and remains an only child, as far as she knows. She's always been spoiled to death, but wouldn't quite be considered a spoiled brat. The thing with her was, her parents were out practically the whole time, and so she was kind of the generous type. She liked to go out and help people, though she didn't look it. She was always stereotyped as the blonde who was either mean or stupid. Though her extended family certainly didn't treat her like a queen or anything, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't spoiled. She was, actually, beyond belief. Mostly by her auntie Auden whom she loved dearly. The two girls were actually
originally planning to go and learn her magic. But her aunt had taught her that you should always make sure you do what you want, when you want as long as it helps you become what you want to become. Her grandmother, Lucy, taught her the same thing as well.

She grew up privileged, no siblings but an adorable little kitty named Jett. Dippy lived with her mother and her grandmother most days and sometimes with her father and his new wife. She was a pretty open to new ideas and always had been. She's always been a reader and a violinist since those were the things that her parents promoted most during her childhood. Art was another thing, but she was more into being a leader. She joined many clubs back in elementary school as well as over summer and winter breaks. She was so involved with the rest of her community and she wishes to keep that up for the rest of her life even though she has no idea who she is anymore. Something happened the summer before last and she had no idea what to do about it.

She was fifteen years old and she had to have an abortion. Of course, she would never do that. But her first boyfriend well... he got her pregnant. She didn't want that to happen, but it had been a life-changer. She had the child and gave him to her grandmother since she had always been talking about how she wished she could have had more than two children. She was so pleased to receive the child and Dippy was content to be rid of it, without actually being rid of it if that made any sense.

Personality

Real. Dippy's not going to go around being a fake. She hates those kinds of people. Hell, she'll go out of her way to tell someone the truth about whatever it is everyone's probably lying about. Having a bad hair day? She is definitely not the kind of friend to suck it up and tell you that you look like some brand spanking new smackeroonies. Hells no. She's the type of girl who will tell you that you look like crap and then take you into the girl's (or boy's) loo to change that. She's rather skilled with a wand, you know.
Spontaneous. Never mention the words "planned", "schedule" or "agenda" to this girl since she will rip you to shreds. Sure, she'll say "Well, I'm going to lunch with a friend this afternoon" but don't expect her to plan something weeks in advance. She hates those things. Having a party? Tell her about it the day of so she'll feel like she's got more to do, and therefore will be more excited. It's just a thing with her. And don't be surprised if she asks you to randomly go on a hike with her between classes. For one thing, she doesn't care much for school and for another... well, it's a hike. Those things she does often.
Earthy. She's very connected to the environment. A vegetarian and a constant supporter of eco-friendly materials, she's kind of like the earth queen. She has no earth-related talents what-so-ever, but she's got a heart that's in the right place, and an ambitious mind that will do whatever it sets its course to do.
Ambitious. As mentioned before, it's strong and it's tough. Disciplined would be another good word to use with her. She will do whatever it takes to be the best at whatever she can be the best at, and it doesn't take much, sometimes. She's talented, this girl, but at first glance it doesn't seem like it. She plays the violin and reads quite a bit, but is also a strong leader. She likes to be first, and she likes to teach others and lead others in stronger, better directions that will further contribute to their life experiences as well as help them in their futures. She did this with both muggles and young witches and wizards. Her life's dream is to become Ministress for Magic since that is the best way she can lead and protect those she cares about as well as the rest of the Wizarding and Muggle world. Either French Ministress or English will do for her.

Sample RP

Dippy nodded her head to her mp3 player in her room back in London. She lived close to Piccadilly Circus and enjoyed all the action around there with her father, but every once in a while, she liked to take a break and relax on her bad. Her eyes were closed lightly and her hair lay along her cheeks as straight as a pencil. She mouthed her glossy lips along to the music, shaking her head from side to side as she did so. Occasionally, she would let music loose from her lips and sing a few lines or even the full chorus of some songs that she was listening to, though she was way off key. She flipped over onto her back, her knees up in the air in her short denim shorts. Her eyes still closed and her hands over her large headsets that covered both her ears entirely in a plush orange shade. Her room was quite the mess, cluttered with clothes, make-up, jewelry as well as a few collections of CD's (some she was happy with and some she was ashamed of).

There was a knock at the door, but Dippy was too caught up in the lyrics of the song she was currently listening to to care. She continued to mouthe the lyrics, oblivious to the door creaking open in the flat. Her father poked his head in, his shaggy light brown hair hanging lightly over his eyes. The woman who was now Dippy's step-mother poked her head over his shoulder to take a good look at her. They had only met a handful of times and Dippy was alright with her. At least she wasn't going all "Evil Cinderella Step-Mother" on this joint. It helped Dippy sleep at night and imagine a world where it was impossible for her father to love anyone other than her mother. Even though she had seen the divorce coming for years, it had still been a bit of a surprise when she returned home from school one day when she was 11 to find that all of her father's things were packed and he was moving out. Since then, it had just been Dippy, her mother Alice, and her grandmother, Lucy, around for comfort.

She continued to be lost in her own world of eight notes and quarter notes as well as a catchy beat and memorable lyrics that were meant to be forgotten until the next time the song was to be sung. She heard her father's low, rumbling clearing of the throat and opened her eyes, their light blue orbs focusing on her father's soft face and high cheekbones and then the sharp, yet soft face framed by fiery red hair of her step-mother's. "Hey sweetheart," her father began, and already Dippy knew this was going to be uber good or uber bad news. "Your mother doesn't' think you should stay with us anymore. I mean, she's concerned you're not getting a proper experience as a erm... as well, as a teenager." he concluded, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest of her door swung open. Dippy's brow creased in confusion. "Dad, I seriously have no idea what you're talking about. I go to school, I come home. Done." she shrugged, tucking some hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.

Her father licked his lips before sighing deeply. His arm wrapped around Brett's (the step-mother) shoulders as he whispered something in her ear. She left immediately, but not before shooting Dippy a sympathetic smile. Well, this was looking out to be depressing news. Dippy braced herself for some kind of lecture on how her grades weren't going to be good enough, and her A-levels were going to suck. "Dippy... Serendipity, your mother and I both agree that you should go away to school. Now," he continued, seeing the look of absolute horror on her face at the chance of going to a horribly stuffy old boarding school, "Now, Dippy, we're giving you the choice between the two wizarding schools of our choosing." he said, clearing his throat once again. Well, that was odd. She thought he had said wizarding. "There's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - my old school... and there's also Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France which was your mother's." he said, blowing some dark hair out of his face. Well, at least she heard right.

She had been told that she was a witch, but hearing that she was going to learn magic? Well, that came as a shock to her. "Oh. Well... ummm... I kind of want to go abroad." she stated rather bluntly. It didn't take her long to choose Beauxbatons despite all the good things she had heard about Hogwarts. She wanted to go abroad (and improve her French). She also knew from her mother that Beauxbatons was more internationally oriented, taking in students from all over the world instead of just... Britain like Hogwarts did. So, there she had it. Within the month she was packed and gone to Beauxbatons, expecting an adventure and expecting something awesome to come out of it.

Must be Sournois!

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:12:19 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 14, 2010 22:08:17 GMT -5

Post by elyseone on Mar 14, 2010 22:08:17 GMT -5

^{FULL NAME nadia ambika uffizi

AGE seventeen

APPEARANCE

HISTORY
Ever since birth, Nadia was born to a rich family. Allondra (neé Kuik) and Freddie Uffizi, her parents, were both royal purebloods who were well respected ever since their arranged marriage. Freddie was a rich man who, for a living, was the boss of an international program of the wizarding world. He would travel throughout the world in wizarding communities, and help with their social status'. Allondra, on the other hand was a lazy house-wife taking care of Nadia, their only child. The only reason why Allondra was a lazy house-wife, was mainly because of how she thought money is coming in to her life easily, and that she didn't have the need to support her family. Nadia realized this greediness of her mom while growing up which was the reason why Nadia was always closer to her dad, because he had a heart of gold. Though her dad was such a busy person, Nadia was the one who was always left with her mum and private magic professor, Ronnie. Professor Ronnie was a close friend of Freddie and Allondra and was a brilliant master in magic. He worked for the Ministry of Magic at one point and was also a well respected pure-blood. Nadia, on the other hand, had less respect for him than anyone else. Sure he taught her mounts of magic that she would master in no time, but it was certain things that Nadia hated about his personality, like flirting with her mom. It was easy too, specially because Nadia's dad would be traveling at least two weeks every month for business reasons. It was very clear Ronnie and Nadia's mum were hooking up, because of how he would visit the house even if it wasn't class time. That's what Nadia mostly hated about Ronnie and part of her disliked her mom, even though she didn't want to. Nadia was now fifteen, and she knew very well about her mom's affair with Ronnie specially when they were kissing in front of her. Though it wasn't that Nadia hated her mom, how could she when she was being spoiled with gifts, but it was just disgust and hurt she felt. It was also hard for Nadia to keep her mom's affair a secret from her dad, but she just didn't want to see the family part. Or was it another reason? - Ronnie had a son, Brendan who was a year younger than Nadia, hated his dad and his devious plans. But usually Brendan would obey him, because he felt weak enough to not stand up for himself in front of his dad. Soon Nadia and Brendan both grew an attraction to each other. It was like every minute they spent together, they would find something that would draw each other closer. As Nadia grew older she spent more and more time with Brendan, and they then dated, only to realize they were meant to be together. They were so close that they would share every secret they had. Though Brendan went too far. They were just letting out their funny and embarrassing secrets, when Brendan accidentally mentioned a devious plan that his dad had for Nadia's family. His father knew and heard Brendan and Nadia's conversation and forbid them to see each other, only because he didn't want Nadia to figure out his whole plan.

Nadia turned sixteen, and her and Brendan weren’t seeing each other still, but magic was keeping them together. They would send owl messages back and forth from their rooms, so that no one else could read or know about their secrecy. And everyday Nadia would try to figure out what his dad's secret plan was, but Brendan would never try to tell a soul about his dad. It was kind of creepy and mysterious to Nadia; everything was. Everyday seeing her mom kissing and giving Brendan's dad, Ronnie, gross pet names; made Nadia wanna release all secrets of this affair to her dad, but she couldn't. Her dad was miles away most of the time, only staying in touch with little letters. Nadia only waiting for the right time to tell him what's happening at home, but it never felt like the right time to say something. At age seventeen she was still trying to figure out everything. Being apart from Daniel, with owl messages as their only communication, didn't make her stop asking about his dad's plans and such. Nadia would even ask Brendan's dad herself; why he was being so close to her mom and what plan does he have to ruin her family. The only answer she got from him, was a whisper saying 'your family will soon be apart my love'. Of course Nadia wondered why he would reveal his plan like that, but she knew that he thought of her as weak. Though that didn't stop her yet, because she was close to finding out the devious plan. Nadia started to send Brendan owl messages only interrogating him about his dad's devious plans, and why it involves her family. But all he would say easily was 'let's just go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and leave this all behind'. Nadia knew he would say this too, because of how much they would talk about going together to learn more magic at Beauxbatons. Nadia knew she wasn't getting anywhere with this, so she stopped sending messages to him. Brendan didn't mind at first but then again was still curious and worried why Nadia stopped messaging him. Soon he heard his dad talk to himself about the plan he had to kill Nadia's dad when he came back from France, only to be with his wife Allondra. Brendan had a heart, and therefore wanted to be the hero, so he told Nadia about his dad's evil plan but it was too late. It was on the day his dad was going to kill Nadia's dad, that Brendan told her about the plan.

It was the day Freddie, Nadia's dad, got back from his promotional meeting with his business from Marseilles, France. Late at night, Nadia's dad was walking towards the house, when he was stopped by Ronnie, with a wand pointed right at his heart. After Brendan quickly told Nadia about what his dad was about to do, she ran towards her father and Ronnie shouting "NO DON'T KILL HIM!". That was all she could say. Ronnie ignored her and continued on, telling Freddie about how wonderful Allondra is and how he was meant to be with her. Freddie didn't know at all what was going on here, and what all this was about; he had no words to express, only because Nadia never told him about the affair. Nadia teared a small drop and said 'Sorry' in a cool breath, and turned away to get her mom. As Ronnie stepped back a bit and summoned his wand high, ready to cast the 'Avada Kedavra' spell on Freddie, and it was too late. Nadia, her mom, and Brendan came shouting and screaming 'STOP' right when Ronnie cast the spell on Freddie's heart. Nadia screamed 'NO!' and Allondra grew in immense hatred and emotion that she took her own wand and threw Ronnie the 'Avada Kedavra' spell; just out of sudden anger. Soon, the Ministry of Magic came just to arrest Allondra for killing Ronnie, since every little magic used of the Unforgivable Spells, were run by the Ministry, and they couldn't arrest Ronnie because he was already dead. Allondra was sent to Azkaban. Brendan and Nadia both hadn't any family now. So their plan to flee to Beauxbatons did come true, but with different conditions and with hated emotions. It wasn't the way Nadia was going to live her life, but it was just destiny's way of working.

PERSONALITY
Nadia usually gets her way with her fierce and eager emotions. She loves to get her point across and is very obstinate when it comes to listening to other people. Once you get on her nerves, Nadia is very relentless and usually blurts out her feelings. Usually she would think about the effects of her actions and words, but never would she think of future events that the present would affect. She has a bit of trust issues since her history states, that her encounters with secrets kept her from saving a life close to her. Though when Nadia did find out the truth that Brendan's dad was going to kill her dad, she acted upon sudden impulses, and tried to stop it all, but unfortunately was too late. Her spontaneous side comes out very easily. Whatever bothers her or if something makes her wanna change a situation, she tries to her best to change things with sudden actions. Mostly because she hates when things stay in her mind and she can't get rid of those thoughts, and the best way to do that is to let out her emotions spontaneously. Her other spontaneous side is being really outgoing and have the craziest imagination ever. Its something that makes life a little fun for her, instead of remembering her past every few seconds when seeing Brendan. Like if you're having a conversation with her and you're taking forever to prove your point she'd say 'i'm not getting any younger here...i'd need a fountain of youth to piss in. so your point please?' left with a little chuckle. Her dry humor would either make you love her or hate her. Even with that harsh and outgoing attitude, she has a strong loyalty about her that charms most people. If you need her to do a favor for you, she'd most likely help you with whatever you need. Her friendships are very close to because she has no one else to trust in her life. Her dad is deceased and her mum is in Azkaban, and Brendan means nothing to her. So she has her friends to love the most, and so she's very careful about picking them. Once she has close friends, she considers them to be family to her. You might think Nadia's over love and all that shizz, but she's really not...well not exactly. Her flirtatious side is well easy to see. You might think she's flirting with a guy, but its just that she's good at it. And at other times Nadia could actually mean it when flirting with a guy, but then when she does, its harder to express her flirtatious feelings. With Brendan, well everything was slow and grew into love, but at the end trust was broken and so was their love. So Nadia hates being played and lied to, specially when it comes to another person. Overall Nadia is: fierce, honest, flirtatious, intelligent, and loyal.

SAMPLE RP
Sleeping wasn't what Nadia would rather do this time of night. Too many worries and not enough rest, usually got the best of her. It was about seven o'clock in the morning, right as the sun came up to greet everyone and everything, and she was already wondering about Brendan. Sure, she hated him, but there was also this part of her that made her lust for him more. And it dreaded her very much. Nadia thought that Beauxbatons was filled with kids, and that since he was a year younger than her, she wouldn't see him at all. But she thought wrong. Now rolling onto her back groaning, Nadia stretched her arm and hit the snooze button of her alarm, so the annoying chime would soften. Sighing, Nadia ran her fingers through her messy brown hair, and stretched out of bed. Sluggishly she dragged her feet to take a look out of one of the three windows in her dorm room, only to take in the vitamin d from the blazing sun. It was a very beautiful spring morning; the cool and crisp breeze carried throughout her room, visible by the waving curtain. Twirling around her room in a non-princessy way, she recognized where she was. Home. Sure it's not the home where she grew up in and had good and bad moments in, but it was home because people she loved and cared for was here. People have always said that home isn't just one place. No matter where you are, you're always home as long as you're with the people you love the most. Brendan was sure not apart of that group of loved people. Though Nadia did admit to herself that she cared for him, and secretly wished she hadn't hated him so much and that they were still together. But of course, things are different, and Nadia can't accept any of those thoughts, no matter how much she wants to.

She was in her pj shorts and tank top but she could care less how she looked outside. Grabbing a hoodie, Nadia walked out of her dorm and out of the common room. She smelt the fresh air of vaccumed heat from the freshly cleaned rugs early in the morning. It was quiet in common room, with only three people. Two of which were obviously boyfriend and girlfriend smooching away, on the couch, like its no one's business. Really, it was a bit disturbing to see that when just getting over Brendan's luscious charm. Looking at their smothering, she quickly glanced ahead of her ignoring the couple's love-fest.The common room was so filled with heat and cozy warmness, that as she got out to the corridors it was filled with brisky cold breezes. She licked her lips, turning the chappness into a soft warm feeling; but wishing she had bought along a pair of pants and lip gloss. No, she was opposite the girly-girl type, but she did care for her appearance. Her policy was to make her presence pretty for people and that first impressions mean much to her. Nadia though, looking at herself from her toes to her shirt, she knew her presence was less likely impressive. Noticing two third years, boys, looking at her up and down and giving a little whistle with a cocky smirk, Nadia knew this outfit was only fit for the bed. But it wasn't that she was going back to her dorm room so fast, because Nadia knew it was about time to have some fun.

Walking up to the two boys she crossed her arms, and stood in a awry position in front of them. "Hmmm, are you guys okay? Or are you trying to whistle and see if you're fit to be a cocky bird?" Nadia said her best not to look dumb, but she couldn't help it, it was the first sentence she thought of. The two boys looked at each other, raising each other's eyebrows in unison, still holding that cocky smirks of theirs. "Nope just admiring the corridors. And the whistle seem to just pop out," one of the more tall and chubby boy's said, who's name was Bristol. Nadia let out a little chuckle and said, "Ha, cute...uhm Bristol? And you're James, right?" She cocked her head to the right and pointed at each of them, as she said their name's. Nadia recognized them from her common room, and noticed their badass reputation. She knew she could handle that, since she very well knew Daniel and his dad. "Huh, cute, eh? Look it here Bristol, she knows us and probably, she very well knows our rep...don't you?" James, the lankier of the two, had asked Nadia, looking at her up and down. This very well did amuse Nadia much, and she thought this whole encounter she caused herself was much fun. But of course. Someone had to ruin it. The same person who had to ruin everything else for her in life. "Leave her alone Bristol and James. She doesn't wanna put up with your crap!" Brendan shouted walking closer to them. Holding her palm to her shaking head, Nadia prayed to not encounter him, and now all the fun was vanished, and the atmosphere turned tense. "Leave me alone Brendan...remember I don't like you?" Nadia said confidently, with crossed arms. Ignoring her, Brendan walked straight up to Bristol and James insulting them, and soon started a fight. Nadia knew better and knew that Brendan was 'acting' chivalrous just to impress, but it only annoyed her. So she walked away, just waiting for a Professor or Head girl/boy to walk by and give them detention. It was fair enough for all that Brendan did to her.}

It's difficult but I'm thinking Sournois[/size]

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:14:01 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

selene
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 21, 2010 15:28:32 GMT -5

Post by selene on Mar 21, 2010 15:28:32 GMT -5

First Name:
Selene

Middle Name:
Ariana

Last Name:
Darcy

Blood:
Veela/Half Blood

Age:
16

Sexuality:
Bi-Sexual

Appearance:
[click]

Loves & Loathes:
loves: fashion, money, shopping, make up, herself, flowers, being #1, painting, rabbits, playing the piano when she gets bored, photography, watching old movies, frank sinatra, italy, being liked by everyone, romeo & juliet.

loathes: being 2nd in command, the little mermaid (finds her to be creepy), being normal, childish people, overly hyper people, people with no sense of fashion/style, running out of paint and other art supplies, dogs, the color orange.

Personality:
Selene is a very blunt person who will say what she's feeling and thinking at the exact moment she feels/thinks it. she doesn't care much for what others think of her, and loves to just get her opinion across whenever she possibly can. if she doesn't like you or anything you do she'll automatically let you know right away even if it hurts your feelings or changes your opinion of her. Selene can also be very sarcastic, especially when she's annoyed with a person, which happens to be a lot of the time. From time to time she does like to get into sarcastic fights/conversations with her sisters, evylyn and roselyn, just to confuse others. If you don't come from the right family, have the right kind of clothes or the right amount of money expect to be hated by this girl. Even though she may come off as sweet and innocent at first she can be just as vicious as a tiger when it comes to these kinds of things since power is really what she desires at the moment, power and adoration. She never really goes for personality when finding friends, it's mostly just status and money really. If in the first five minutes of meeting someone and she doesn't like them Selene will let them know right away by acting as though they're nothing but a pile of dirt. she can't stand poor people or even the goody goodies either, they annoy her so much she just wants to scream and make their life a living hell.

Selene is the kind of girl who thinks of no one but herself, she even puts herself before her family and friends all the time and at one point she almost let her father get stabbed over her. she has that sort of annoying 'I'm better then you' attitude and lets everyone know it by rolling her eyes and looking at them as though they're disgusting creatures. And on top of that because her mother is a famous fashion designer she is able to have that type of attitude in the fashion world and get away with it all. Since no one really knows how to act around her they just tell her she's beautiful and give her stuff, which really is exactly what she wants. Selene also thinks she's the sh*t, the best & most beautiful thing that ever walked the earth. Even though she can be a total b*tch, Selene is pretty smart for, well being who she is. She's no dumb blond and for some reason she just loves to read really any book she finds interesting and no matter how big she normally finishes it within a few hours. She gets almost perfect grades in almost all her classes to keep her teachers and parents off her back. But she keeps her grades a secret, even from her friends, just in case they think of her as a nerd or something. Selene hates getting low marks in any type of school and having her mother yell at her for an hour about college and all that.

By pretending to be sweet and innocent at first Selene has been able to manipulate others to do, well her dirty work. She is very good at it and most of the time the person doesn't even realize she's playing them for a sucker. The fact she can turn a situation around and make herself seem like the only victim is one of her ways she is able to get her way, especially with the teachers and her parents as well as other students. Even though most people know how she truly is she's still able to find that one pour and unfortunate soul who she is able to turn to the dark side every once in a while. she isn't so bad all the time and at times she doesn't even do it on purpose, it sort of comes naturally to her. With a lot of people she likes to pretend she's their, well, BFFL just to become even more popular then she already is by spreading rumors about them or just stealing their man. She treats it like a sort of art and practices this fairly often with new kids and other unexpected victims. Selene finds it hilarious to see the look on a poor girl's face when she comes around and steals her boyfriend or humiliates her in front of the whole school if she is able to. And she just loves the little fuzzy feeling she gets inside once she finishes her plans and potentially ruins her victim's life. permanently. Selene thinks it's just one of the best ways to get back at anyone for being more popular or going against her.

If anything seems fun, even for a moment delphina is ready and willing to try it, even if it's dangerous. from time to time even in school she'll just jump into the air and go 'whoo hoo' for no reason what so ever other then to be somewhat random. overall delphina just loves to have fun, especially at night from clubs. delphina could care less about what others think of her as long as she's on the minds of others. she almost always tends to just drop what she's doing and take a trip to vashon island (her favorite place in the world) whenever she possibly can. even if it does conflict with her time and work in school, somehow she still manages to get everything done one way or another.

Family:
Giovanni Antonio Darcy - Father - Pure
Belle Fina Darcy - Mother - Veela
Selene Ariana Darcy - Triplet - Veela/Half
Evylyn Christine Darcy - Triplet - Veela/Half
Roselyn Nikkole Darcy - Triplet - Veela/Half

Pets:
[dragon - rabbit]
[delphina - fox]

History:

Selene was born in Seattle, WA along with her two sisters, Evylyn and Roselyn, on May 16th, 1992 to Giovanni and Belle Darcy. Since they were born her and her two sisters were treated like princesses by their mother and father. Always getting whatever they wanted whenever they asked and were almost never punished for acting out. Though really their maids Kimberly and Melanee took care of them and their needs more then their own mother and father, they still had a pretty great childhood. Though Selene sometimes resents her parent's for their lack of interest in her and her sister's lives she still gets along when them and is quite happy whenever she gets to see the two. From a young age Selene always knew she was better then other students in her classes and always loved to tell them all about it. Her and her two sisters would rule almost every school they went to together, even when they were in pre-school. Becoming popular in muggle schools for the three wasn't hard, they were beautiful and muggles were easily manipulated by good looks and a seemingly kind heart.

When she started Jr. high school in the muggle world she found her love for art when she was placed into an art class by accident instead of creative writing. Ever since then she's discovered other hidden talents such as painting, sketching, piano, and photography. She's been focusing on her talents and putting them into good use by creating her own line of fashion and using her two sisters as models to help her launch her line. After a while of sending her designs to local fashion companies and never getting a response she decided to open her own shop with her sisters filled with nothing but her own designs with her parent's money. Though before they were even able to scope out a potential space to use for their store their parents received jobs in France, which they just couldn't turn down. Selene put her dream on hold for the moment while the family packed their things and moved to Europe. After a year of living in Paris Selene, along with Evylyn and Roselyn, received an acceptance letter to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

Sample RP:
Selene looked back at the large courtyard, it was fairly dark, but just dark enough to hide her from others eyes. She told her friend Levi too meet her there 5 minutes ago, but clearly he was late. Earlier she had set up a prank for one of the popular girls down by the garden and she knew that from a certain spot on the roof she could watch her plans unfold without being seen. Looking at her wrist watch once more she decided to just go up on the roof and wait for him there. She knew that he know where she was going to be if she wasn't in the court yard. Climbing slowly but carefully she was half way up the wall of the school, only a few more feet and she would have reached the top of the lower roof. Levi would have freak out if he saw her doing stunts like this as he always did. But somehow she was always able to trick him into playing along with it all and telling him they would never be caught. Finally after a few more moments of climbing in the shadows she reached the top and crawled over to the edge of the roof that was facing the garden. She was pretty much waiting for one of the other vampires to catch her sent and rat her out, but no teachers seemed to be around nor looking for her at the moment

Perfect, thought Selene as she looked out toward the mountains surrounding the school. Even from far away the scenery was just breath taking for her. which wasn't normally a usual thing with her, it took much more then darkness and snow covered mountains to take her by surprise. But somehow today was slightly different the the rest and Selene often caught herself look out afar rather then looking and waiting for her trap to unfold. Quickly she crossed her legs and kept her eyes on the prize as much as she possible could. The cold night air whispered by her as she sat there in silence listening to the rustling of the trees and the occasional student passing by. It was a rather quiet night, not even the animals were out and about making noise. Which probably ment there was a storm of some kind coming closer toward the area and they were all taking cover from it. Selene thought animals to be fairly wise creatures, always trusting their instincts, unlike humans. Who only go by what others say and do not trust their own feelings of whether it's good or not, but then again Selene sometimes did the same.

She always wanted to have fun, not matter that the cost, but her fun was always safe. And if she felt something ever wrong she would stop immediately and walk away from it all. humans could be such, irrational creatures. always jumping into harms way and never caring about whether they shed blood nor tears in the process. She couldn't help but think low fully of humans, it was just how she was raised at some point in time, sure it was wrong, sometimes, but most of the time her thoughts on them were fairly correct. Letting out a small sigh she checked her wrist watch one last time. "He better not have chickened out this time," she said in a low and somewhat annoyed voice. When people left her it was something she very much so hates. To be promised something then ignored, it wasn't her style and she hoped it wasn't his either. "I'll give him a few more moments, but that's about all I can take." She was growing rather impatient by the second, which was something she normally did at times like this.

Must be Sournois!

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:14:36 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

hails
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 25, 2010 8:25:33 GMT -5

Post by hails on Mar 25, 2010 8:25:33 GMT -5

Arielle Hailey Clair Cash

Full Name:

Called:

Birthday:

Age:

Existence:

Blood:

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Sample RP:

[/b]" The girl sank a lump and then she said slowly and low: "Hailey.. Hailey Cla-Clair Jeffreys." The woman stood and chewed a little on the name, before she again told Hails: "Miss Hailey. Shouldn't you being in there sleeping?" The womans finger was directed against the door to the girls dormitory. Hails just nodded, and sank a lump again, and nodded one more time.

There were peaceful for a time, and that maked Hails bit her own lip. "Why are you this late?" the woman finally asked, and Hails bled a bit up. "I was sitting outside for myself, and I forgot about time and place, because I was kinda.. daydreaming?" she answered softly and a little louder, when she touched her scratched her cheek with the nails. She was nervous. Everyone could see that, unless the woman actually was blind. "All right then, but don't make this to a habbit," she said then, and then Hails were free to walk. She opened the door slowly, and then she walked into the girls dormitory, where she found her bed, where she lay down quietly and fell asleep.[/ul]

Must be Cossu!

Last Edit: Jun 4, 2010 17:10:55 GMT -5 by hails

bollypop
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 27, 2010 4:41:46 GMT -5

Post by bollypop on Mar 27, 2010 4:41:46 GMT -5

First Name: Samantha

Last Name: Jones

Age: 15

Appearance:

History: Samantha is a half-blood witch. Her mother (Annie) was a witch and her father (John) was a muggle. They met in France while they were both there on jobs from their respective governments. Being two English people in France they stuck together and went on a couple of dates. And then they realized they were really quite in love and went on a few more.
Eventually Annie decided to tell John that she was a witch. Wand behind her back and memory wipe charm at the ready, she stuttered out the awful truth. John however, drank his tea quietly and thought for a minute before deciding he didn't care at all and loved her anyway.
The two married four months later.
Flash forward twenty years and Alice and John are still in love and still living in France (where they are both permanent liaisons for their respective governments). They have three children Samantha, Charlie and Rose.
Samantha has grown up in the suburbia on the outskirts of Paris all her life. She speaks both French and English, though mainly English at home.
Her magical powers started to show at an early age and she has been excited to go to wizard boarding school ever since, especially after seeing off her two elder siblings.

Personality: Samantha is
ADVENTUROUS- What Samantha loves more than anything is adventuring and exploring wich often gets her into trouble.
IMMATURE- Samantha often acts more like a small child than a teenager which can annoy people around her but she does try to be more grown up when things get serious.
SELFISH- Growing up as the youngest child, Samantha doesn't always realize that people might not have time to go along with whatever she's doing at the moment.
CHARMING- Despite all her faults Samantha is a genuinely nice person who like s almost everyone she meets and this does come throughin the way she acts. Because of this she tends to make new friends easily.
ECCENTRIC- Samnatha can come off a slightly crazy with an extreme love of muggle culture that other wizards can not undersatnd and a preference for running off to find adventures at the drop of a hat.
FUNNY- Or at least she think she is. A lot of her jokes fall flat because they are about muggle culture which wizards do not understand. Others are just bad.
TALENTED- Samantha is talented at many things but hasn't stuck at them any of them to be really great. She likes Flying and Quidditch but really more for the compitition than the actual game. She also likes dancing and music but she doesn't practice either.

Sample RP:
"You know what?" said Samantha slowly, laying stretched out on top of the cotton covers of her bed, her eyes following the wobbly rotation of her bedroom fan.
"What?" replied her best friend Tyler from her similar station on the floor where she was flipping lazily through a magazine that was at least two years old.
"I think that today is the perfect day for an adventure."
"Oh no Sammie no! No adventures today. Wouldn't you just rather stay in here? I could do your hair." said Tyler from the floor, her hands gesturing helplessly at Samantha's long, red hair, currently tied back into a simple ponytail.
"Nonsense!" cried Samantha leaping to her feet enthusiastically, "When is it not a good time for an adventure?"
"When it's really, really hot like... Oh I don't know today?" Tyler grumbled but she still picked herself off the floor and followed Samantha down the stairs.
They waved at her parents, nestled in the couch sipping tea even in the height of summer and exited Samantha's house, shutting the door behind them with a loud bang.
"That's it then," said Samantha, "our mission can be to find a way to keep cool."
"We could go to the swimming pool?" suggested Tyler unhopefully.
"That's not exciting," said Samantha scornfully "We need something exciting." She did a little spazzy dance to demonstrate.
"Hmmmm," Tyler nodded thoughtfully "We could fly to England," She said, only half-joking. Samantha's enthusiasm for everything was catching. "I hear it's always raining there."
"Hey, don't insult England in front of me, they make good TV."
"What?"
Samantha sighed. Tyler was a good best friend but sometimes she wished that she knew more about muggle culture. it was a big part of her family, Samantha could remember all her life her father had been introducing muggle culture to her mother and by extension his children. For a long time Samantha thought all wizards got the best of both worlds and both pop cultures but as she grew up she quickly realized that most wizards knew nothing about Doctor Who or the Spice Girls or the God damned Batman. It was kind of annoying when people only got half your jokes and everyone looked at you like you were crazy when you tried to explain the Internet.
Oh well, it's not like people not getting her jokes ever stopped her from making them.
"Why don't we go to Paris?" she suggested.
"As long as you promise it won't turn out like last time" said Tyler darkly.
"Come on," said Samantha amiably as the two girls wandered off, "We all agreed the monkey seemed perfectly well trained at the time."

Please develop your personality... it's difficult for me to sort you with the few qualities you have mentioned.

Is that better?

Must be Rouerie

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:19:19 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

auroranight
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Mar 30, 2010 20:01:46 GMT -5

Post by auroranight on Mar 30, 2010 20:01:46 GMT -5

First Name: Aurora (Nickname: Céle)
Middle Name: Célestine
Last Name: Night
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:
Aurora's parents met while attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father, Darius Night, was a well known Slytherin and a very powerful wizard. Her mother, Laila Fortescue, was a quiet but very intelligent Ravenclaw. After meeting each other at a school Quidditch match, the couple became inseparable, despite their different personalities.
The Night and Fortescue bloodlines run long and pure. Often, parents of these families would not dare nor allow their children to marry others who were not pure blood as well. They promised each other that if and when they had children, they would not place such hard restrictions on their dating lives. After all, you can't control who you fall in love with. They both knew this for a fact.
Aurora Célestine Night was born on October 22, 1992 in Cannes, France. Although French is her first language, she knows English very very well. She was indeed brought up not to discriminate against bloodlines and families that were different than hers.
Darius Night passed away when Aurora was the age of 15. He was found brutally murdered in their home in Cannes on one fateful day in August. The Ministry of Magic did thorough investigations to make sure it wasn't a murder by a wizard--but it was. This caused Laila and Aurora to move where their current home is now in Le Havre, France.
Thought Aurora and Laila went through therapy, Aurora never truly expressed how she felt about her father's death. The only way she new how to express herself was through song, writing, and painting.

Personality: Aurora has a mix of traits from both her father and her mother. Like her father, she is confident yet controlled. Like her mother, she is intelligent and artistic. After the loss of her father, she became more closed off to the rest of the world. She tends to bury herself in books or her writing. Although she likes to close herself off at times, she is still very personable and loves to meet new friends. She loves nature and will go outside as much as she can. Aurora is a picky eater, but she'll try anything once. She is terribly afraid of flying on a broom, but secretly wishes to play Quidditch. She is very blunt and will tell you how it is right to your face. After all, she did have very strict pure blood grandparents to help with that. Aurora does very well in school but don't be surprised if you catch her skipping a class. Aurora's love life is...well...what love life? She hasn't met a decent male that she'd give the time of day to. RESPECT is what she wants, not some guy who wants a booty call. Lastly, she may wonder about you, but she'd never judge you at first glance. Aurora always gives second chances.

Pets: An owl named Nyx, given to her for her "Sweet 16".

Favorite Color: Green, not that it means anything exactly, but she often is seen sporting this color.

Sample RP:
Aurora sat under a tree with her paint brush and canvas. Her Coach glasses were sliding down to the tip of her nose before she stopped to push them up. She had always hated wearing glasses. She found them very annoying and hated that she had to wear them for reading, writing, or painting - the things she did most. She decided to take them off and pack up her brushes, paints, and canvas into her portfolio case.

It had felt nice to actually get outside and feel free for once. She had been so busy studying for tests all week that she had forgot to stop and smell the roses. Days where she was stuck inside reminded her of her father and his death. It was something she always had to push in the back of her mind. She would block it out with things to take up her time.

As she was walking back up to the school she dropped her portfolio and all her art supplies. Why, she thought do I always start daydreaming and forget where I'm walking?! Aurora leaned over and started to pick all of her things back up when she saw other hands helping.
"Céle! I've been looking for you, girl! Where have you been?"
a red-headed girl asked.
Aubrey was her best friend since she first entered through the doors of Beauxbaton. This girl was her partner in studying crime.
"Let's head to our flat, I have to put this stuff away before I drop it again or injure someone on accident with my canvas!"
The two girls continued up the path laughing until they reached the doors of the palace. Aurora had a lot on her mind and she knew she had to tell her best friend.

Must be Cossu![/size]

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2010 9:15:42 GMT -5 by The Sorting Cloak

perchise
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Sorting (Term Fifteen) Apr 1, 2010 18:01:32 GMT -5

Post by perchise on Apr 1, 2010 18:01:32 GMT -5

name ; Perchise Kaiti Ashlyn Longdord

pronounced ;

[/font][/color] Per-Shee-Sss Kay-Tee Ash-Lynn Long-Door-da

nickname ; Perchise, Perci

age ;[/size][/color] Eighteen

appearence ;[/size][/color] Elsie Enchanted. She has dull, gray tinted brown hair. Only at 5'2", and weighing in at 104lb. Wild, scene hair. Slender body, matured in her female physique.

style ;[/size][/color] Looking at young Perchise, you dont see you're typical eighteen year old. You see a punk/scene girl with wild brown hair and fiery brown eyes. First thing that Perchise is huge on, is skinny jeans. She absolutely loves them, or jeans in general. However, shes more fond of skinnies. She likes the different colors, and has a collection of skinnies in her closet. Though, yes, she does have some pairs of bootcut jeans, that have designs on them, fancy beading. You'll see the occasional short shorts on her, as well. But she does also like to wear skirts, the ones just above the knee, and plaid. For foorwear, she's big on DC shoes, or Osirises. Another thing is converse, she has Converse's in about all the colors they could possibly come. Its an obsession, I suppose.

Colorful. It's one thing to remember about Perchise. She loves color. Shirts usually have stripes, dots, or squears, things like that, or one bright, solid color. She loves long sleeves, and she also likes snug fitting. Not really to show anything off, but it makes her feel secure to know she is beautiful, to know she is sexy. Or, a v-neck short sleeve tee works, with cool designs. She likes to wear undershirts and tank tops, leading to her wearing three layers, not encluding her bras. She loves tank tops, and to be casual and cool looking at the same time. Pull over hoodies are somewhat her thing, as wll. It really does depend on her mood, and the time of day. Towards night, she'll wear a hoodie, during the day, in a goodmood, a long v-neck with a tank underneath works perfect.

hometown ;[/size][/color] Opal, Canada

personality ;[/size][/color] Perchise isn't you're normal eighteen year old girl. She's much different from the girls that she's know, and probably those you've known. Instead of being you're average flirt, Perchise has always had her own type of flirting. Which isnt really flirting at all. She just has this small charm that most guys understand. She's got that, 'We're all equal', type of attitude. She doesnt use her charm to get her dates, or to impress someone, like you'd think. Actually, she doesnt need to use it. Perchise is normally a friendly girl anyway, and her intelligence and kind-heartedness would get you reeled in quickly. You could say she's a bit laid back. Worries arent something you'll see Perchise having, because she's pretty good about things. Once you get to know the girl, you'll understand, she hates drama. I guess you can say she's more of a distant person when it comes to girl drama, boys, and things like that. Naturally, she stays out of things to ensure she doesnt get hurt, or get herself hated. Considering, she doesnt do good when people hate her.

No, she doesnt hate being hated because she likes attention, usually its just because she can't stand having enemies, unless theres a damned good reason for it. When someone hates her, and she doesnt know why, she goes into a paranoid state, and usually tries to find out why. The whole hate thing is complicated, since she's always grown up trying to be neutral. On the other hand, Perchise has different beliefs on her hating someone. Though she doesnt typically hold grudges, the few she does hold, are from things like past expiriences. Such as popular girls from her past. Occasionally, those types of people come back and haunt her. Quite often, Perchise is made fun of for being strange. So, she does develope and unfriendly hate for someone, and if someone asks why, she's honest and gives every single last reason onto why she hates that person. She's quite open about things like that, and doesnt care if, [in that type of situation], it hurts someone. However, Perchise does try to keep a good seeing on everyone. She believes you could find good in everyone, or, most people.

Another thing to know about Perchise, is that she's one of those, 'crack under preasure' people. She can't take lying, and when she does lie, she isnt very good at it. Her eyes grow big, softer, and her cheeks burn red, and eventually, if you pressure her more, she will crack and explain what she lied about, and probably why she lied. Lying is something she's never been fond of doing, because she feels like shes betraying someone. So for the most part, shes a pretty truthful person. She also has a loathing for being lied to. She feels that sad, unencluded feeling when shes lied too. Usually, she can see pretty clearly on the faces of those lying, if they are or arent. Yes, shes good at reading people, though sometimes has a hard time. Girls she has a much easier time with, considering. Though she is good with guys, because to her, most are the same. No, she doesnt hate guys, but she does think most of them are snakey and rude. She hasnt real put up with the nicest guys over the years, so I suppose thats why.

Theres also another side to miss Longdord. She can be a bit rebelious. Perchise is deffinetly one of those girls who'll go out and party at any time, though she isnt one of those really hardcore partiers, she does like a good throw down every one-in-a-while. She has that punk/preppy girl attitude at parties. That, 'Im ready for anything' type attitude going on. At parties, you'll see Perchise with a drink or a cigarette in her hand. Though she isnt big on heavy drinking, but one or two beers works for her. And a cigarette or two... or three, works for her, as well. Though drinking doesnt happen much out of parties, occasionally smoking will. She rarley ever gets drunk, however, when she does, she's a riot. Perchise is one of those, 'Explain everything' types of drunks, and she lets her mind out, whether anybodys listening or not. She also becomes quite humorous to listen to. However, the somewhat bad side, is she can get a bit blunt. It's probably the only time Perchise has a bitchy side, is when she's upset and drunk.

Perchise can also he a jokester. She has a very playful side, which is when her charm comes out. It's a natural, honey like flirting. A mischevious girl, she can be. Guys like this side of her because she's fun loving, and still open, but also adjusts what she likes to fit in with what they like. So occasionally she turns into a tomboy, but even when that happens, shes still a marshmello. Yes, a marshmellow. She doesnt mind hanging with the guys, [as long as their trustworthy], however, the big jocks are too much for her to handle, because in her eyes, all they want is sex, and attention, which is something she wont provide. She doesnt mind guys with an ego, however, guys who have a huge ego, and think there the s**t, are deffinetly guys she cant deal with.

history ;[/size][/font] Born into a family of another two kids, Cheyenne Longdord and Marlianne Longdord, and her father and mother, Indigo Longdord and Joshua Longdord, young Perchise was pretty normal. Her family was a little higher then middle class, and living in Opal, Canada, not a town, but a small village of few people. Her parents worked as partners in a horse business, of buying and selling. Perchise grew up knowing everyone, and around horses. So, quickly, she developed a strong passion for them. Though riding wasn't something she loved, she did love to romp around and run with them. Note, she was just a young girl. Around the age of nine, she got her own horse, named Phantom Of the Opera. And proudly, she called him Tommy. The horse was a well known, eight year old dressage Norweigian Fjord. The two quickly grew close, and her love for riding soon developed, however, she only liked riding Tommy because of how close they'd gotten. It seemed as though no other horse meant anything.

In her early teen-hood, at twelve, her parents began to fight more and more each day. Perchise, at the time, figured it was just because they loved each other, being so young. However, when Cheyenne and Marlianne were forced to move out because they couldnt, emotionally, deal with the situation, Perchise soon realized that the fighting was not a form of love. She stayed in contact with seventeen year old Cheyenne, while eighteen year old Marlianne moved to amerca. Perchise still doesnt know why her oldest sister was so determined to get away. Soon enough, her parents patched up the holes in their marriage, and had Cheyenne come back to live with them. I suppose it was one of the happiest days of Cheyenne and Perchise's lives, because the two were so well bonded together. Just three or so months after mending the holes in their marriage, a sad event happened, and a tragic car crash took the life of Joshua Longdord. Crushed by her husbands death; depresion loomed over the family.

Cheyenne and Perchise began to be neglected by Indigo Longdord. Cheyenne didnt appreciate it, though Perchise tried to understand what position it was putting her mother into, and she knew, also, that it was a big event in her life. Though with her father now gone, and her mother now loosing sight of reality, and loosing connection with the human world, Perchise knew they had to do something. She was fourteen, and Cheyenne was eighteen when their mother overdosed on Vicodin and wine. Still, do this day, Perchise wishes there was something she could have done. Cheyenne took it as her duty to take care of Perchise, and thats what she did. She took on the roll of mother, and provided well for her young, fourteen year old siser. The good thing was, Cheyenne knew how to take care of Perchise, because she was so well bonded, and she wasnt effected so bad by there fathers death, or by anything, that suicide would come to mind. Perchise lived on happily with here sister.

However, her fiftenth year of being alive, was probably the most tragic. A few days after her fiftenth birthday, and her second week of dating a young man on the football team, she started to smoke. It was mostly because her boyfriend was into it, and she felt, as his girlfriend, as his love, to please him. Only weeks later, did she realize the consequences of her actions. About a month and a half after her birthday, after smoking, and after giving it all to her boyfriend, she found herself alone. And pregnant. Her boyfriend had found out a shorttime after, and broke it off with her. Now pregnant, addicted to cigarattes, and heartbroken, not much good was coming out of Perchise's life. It took her a day or so to tell Cheyenne about what happened. And though she thought Cheyenne would kill her; her older sister had taken her into her arms, and the two cried together. Perchise had found herself then, and knew she was meant to have this baby.

The baby was born a month early, and she was four months from being sixteen. However, forcing the thought, she could only think of the small baby girl as a gift. So, the name had already been decided, and she was named Gracelynne. After her mothers middle name. Cheyenne helped make sure Perchise got an education, and that Gracelynne was happy, healthy, and cared for. Perchise knew about her witch past when she was thirteen as well. But it took until she was eighteen to figure out she really needed to persue it, like her mother had. She made sure Gracelynne was taken care of, and kissed Cheyenne goodbye, promisng she'd come visit, and she left for beauxbatons. Leaving her daughter, beloved horse Tommy, and sister behind.

sample rp ;[/size][/font] With the birds chirping casually, and the cool fall breeze passing by, Perchise couldn't help but imagine how much she'd miss Opal. She was nesstled comfortable in the rocking chair, just outside the door, on the large front pourch. Humming a gentle tune to her young baby girl, Gracelynne. The little girl's green eyes were sparkling, as Perchise looked towards the sky. Someday, Gracie, someday, I'll be one of the greats.[/b] She sighed, looking back towards the pastures, were Tommy, her older Fjord, and two thoroughbred geldings tossed their heads in glee. Young Perchise, couldn't help but to stare in awe. For she realized now how much she'd miss her family. Her life. ~~"Perci?"~~ Cheyenne called in a sweet voice, from the kitchen window. Perchise, and her big brown eyes looked up. She was fighting back the urge to let out a few, small tears. Though she knew they wouldn't go unnoticed by Cheyenne. She moved Gracelynne closer to her, and smiled. Yeah, Cheye?[/b] She asked. Her older sister was silent for a minute, before speaking. "I hope you have a good time at Beauxbatons... I'm goin' to really miss you. Gracelynne will, too, I bet. She doesnt like being far from her mom... you never did, either. But I'll take good care of her... the best care, almost as good as you." Then, she disappeared into the kitchen, shutting the window. Slowly, Perchise smiled. Wiping some tears away, because now she couldn't hold them back.

Thinking back, she knew everything in her life happened for a reason. Gracelynne happened for a reason. The beautiful baby girl, sitting, cradeled in her arms. She was so proud, that something so beautiful was now on earth. She didnt care who the father was. Brette had been a jerk, stuck up, and all he wanted was to make everyone else around him miserable. Slowly, she smiled. Leaning down and kissing her daughter on the head. You'll be one of the greats, Gracelynne...[/b] With a gentle sigh, Perchise lifted herself out of the old rocker and pulled Gracelynne up. She turned herself, and walked casually into the house, through the door. Ios, her small collie, lifted his head up and barked furiously at her. She smiled, setting Gracelynne down in her playpen, and stroking the soft dogs head. She knew it... she knew she was making a mistake. Am I making the right choice by leaving?[/b] She asked, turning and watching Cheyenne, who looked like she'd been crying. ~~"Yes. I can never do what you're capable of doing, Perci. Marlianne was too scared to do it. I? I just choose not to..."~~ Her sisters words made her smile. Marlianne was a touchy subject in the family, because, as it seemed, she'd just disappeared off the face of the earth. The last time she'd heard from Marlianne, had been when she announced Gracelynne's birth. It hadent gone well, since Marlianne had lectured her on being careful. I don't think Perchise even paid mind to her negativity.

~~"Besides. Live you're dream, Perchise. I suppose Im living mine, I mean, Im running mum and dads farm, eh?"~~ Cheyenne smiled. Perchise shook her head, but kept a small smile. How can it be a dream? You're taking care of my baby, I still can't figure out why you're being so gracious about this, Cheye. I love you for it, and no doubt I feel safe knowing Gracie would be cared for... but what have I ever done to deserve it?[/b] She was struggling for words at this point, but she watched her sister pull back her silk, raven hair and smile. ~~"You deserve it because you've always been there for me, Perci."~~ It shoked her. The brown haired girl blinked, almost choking. She couldn't believe her sister had such a thing. Yes, Perchise had been the strongest through all the hell, yet she didnt think she'd always actually been there. Yet she felt too weak to argue. She just looked down shyly, forcing a smile. Gracelynne made a gurgle from behind her, and she eyed the baby. Sometimes it was a bit overwhelming being a mother, though she was quite proud of her young daughter. More then proud. Cheyenne smiled at her. ~~"And I'll always be there for you, Perci."~~ By now, small tears stung her eyes, and trickled silently down her cheeks.

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_{FULL NAME & MEANING}:
^{Her full name is Nausica Muse Milthorpe. Even though she's Indian, her name's origin isn't from India. It's actually Greek and from the famous Greek mythological characters from those famous/infamous myths you hear. Her mom was a Greek mythology professor in Bombay, India, so one of her favorite myths to teach was about Odyssey, which was a poem written by Homer about a chivalrous hero. And Nausica's mom found the name 'Nausica' in the story, and in the Odyssey the princess named Nausica was kind and loving towards Odysseus when she found him shipwrecked. But the name actually means 'burner of ships' even though Nausica, the princess, actually helped Odysseus after he was shipwrecked. Nausica's parents were, as you can tell, Greek buffs, which explains why her middle name, Muse, is also Greek. Muse was one of the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. So in all, Nausica's full name is pretty powerful and royal. Not to mention how ironic it is that Nausica's real family is of royalty as well (but that will be explained later). Her last name though, is Milthorpe, and of course came from her father's side. So basically her full name has a unique sounding and look to it. Its definitely a name where someone would go either 'huh? that's a name?' or 'wow! that's such a pretty name', which was kinda what Nausica's parents were aiming for. And Nausica herself even loves her own name since nobody else she knows has it. Also she loves the usual amusing nicknames she gets which are: nausie, sicaa, muse, & milly.}
_{AGE & BIRTHPLACE}:
^{Nausica is seventeen and was born on July 1_st, 1993 in Mumbai, India.}
_{APPEARANCE & ETC.}:

^height

[/font] 5 feet 9 inches
weight[/font] 125 pounds
eye color[/font] greenish-gray
hair color[/font] reddish brown with dirty blonde high lights
build[/font] lithe and athletic[/sup]
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^{(the history of Elephanta Island is true, except for the parts about the Milthorpe family c:)
Nausica Muse Milthorpe was born to royalty in Mumbai, India, in Elephanta Island (aka Gharapuri Island or place of caves & is a real place). Elephanta Island is a small island which The Milthorpe Family governs from generations to generations. It was named Elephanta Island by the Portuguese explorers in the 17th century, because near the entrance they spotted a 'monolithic basalt sculpture' of an elephant. That sculpture belonged to the Milthorpe family since before the 17th century. It was a prized sculpture which was built and carved in honor of the Milthorpe's deceased pet elephant, Kismat. The Milthorpe family protested to not have the Portuguese explorers take their most prized possession to their homeland. But they insisted and mounted the huge elephant sculpture with heavy chains, and started to drag it out of the island's white sand where it was planted. As they dragged it out to the ocean, the chains failed to hold on long enough, and instead dropped the whole sculpture into the ocean. The Milthorpe family were calming and peace-makers, so they did not rage war on the Portuguese for dropping the last sculpture they were able to afford. Instead, the Milthorpe family traded a few of the Portuguese's riches of food, fabrics, and galleons; and gave them most of their gold. The Milthorpe family became poor as well as their Island. Yes the food, fabrics, and galleons did help them for the most part, but we ran out of money and trade since most of the traders would come to the island, instead of the island's traders going out into the ocean to other countries. Though the Milthorpe Royalty was strong and so the family's men and other islander's men went out to sail and trade to other countries for a year. They came back after their wrangling journey, with riches of gold, fruits, and galleons of galleons. Elephanta Island and all the citizen's were rich and posperous again. Now a new generation of Milthorpe's are taking over Elephanta Island, with new problems. Ishika (neé Bhopal) Milthorpe is the queen of the island, ever since her father died and she had married a prince, Benvolio Milthorpe. Both Benvolio and Ishika are the king and queen of Elephanta Island, and have a secret - that they are pure-blood wizards. Ever since the 17th century where the Milthorpe family married into a royal wizarding family, have each generation been of witches and wizards, and ever since have been kept a family secret from the muggle islanders. To keep the family secret so tight and low key, the Milthorpe's always married wizarding families who were also well known and royal; so they never let in a muggle who would be in awe by the wizardry in the family and accidentally or on purpose speak of their secret.

Nausica was growing up, and on her eleventh birthday her full magical powers came in. It was permitted for wizarding kids who reach the age of eleven on their birthday, get an invitation to study abroad or in your own country, at a wizarding academy. Even though Nausica was a princess of a small island in Mumbai, it was still mandatory for her to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic so she could master in her magic. Nausica wanted to go to Beauxbatons just to get away from proper-ness and mess of the island and the Milthorpe Royalty. Some people liked the Milthorpe in power and some didn't. What was also hard, was for Nausica to hide her magic and not use it in public, since the easy way out for her was to use magic. So in all, Nausica wanted to get away from her overprotective parents and start using magic on her own whenever she wanted, and to get away from her new adopted brother. Isaiah Milthorpe, a year younger than Nausica, was the opposite of her. He was sincere, kind, gullible, and loved to be the mysterious type. Nausica knew nothing of him, only that her parents adopted him because he was in a bad shape: with no money, dirt poor, no family, drinking, lung/breathing problems, etc. and Nausica's parents didn't want any of their islanders to be at risk. So they simply adopted him, also thinking it would surprise Nausica happily because she finally has a sibling, a brother, even though she never wished or begged for a sibling. Though, there was a discrepancy since Isaiah was and is a muggle. Never, since more than two hundred years, has the Milthorpe family welcome muggles into their household to live in. You'd think its prejudice and all, but its just for the safety of their family and royalty. Isaiah and Nausica grew up to be teenagers. Nausica still dreading not being able to go to Beauxbatons only because of her princess responsibilities, and to get away from Isaiah's temptations. Nausica being sixteen now was depressed. She felt that her life was robotic and everything was planned out for her, when she really wanted to live life to the fullest. She never had a boyfriend, never even loved someone, and most of her friends were royal and stuck up snooty. Isaiah was very close to Nausica, and they were inseparable. At first, Nausica hated having Isaiah there. He was so good and polite to everything and everyone, that Nausica felt she wasn't appreciated enough by her parents. But then she realized Isaiah's heart conditions and how kind hearted he was. Though, there was still something about Isaiah that was off. First off he's a muggle, and everyone knew that, but he was also seducing Nausica by flirting with her intimately non-stop, when you touch him his skin is burning hot, he has a lot of mood swings, and every night he would walk outside into the jungle. Nausica knew who he was, and he wasn't a muggle. He was a werewolf.

Nausica wasn't the type who wanted to single anyone out just cause of their heritage. And besides, she was always for going against her parents or the traditional styling of ways. That was also because of how she felt about Isaiah, since she was older and was her own person now. But things got too far. After Nausica proved to Isaiah that he was a werewolf and that she knew he was, Isaiah was much happy of this because of his plan. He secretly loved Nausica and was addicted to her. That was why he was so stalkerish to her, and Nausica knew of it by his body language. It was so obvious. Nausica's parents both also had suspicions of Isaiah and her. That they soon found out Isaiah's secret, and that he was a werewolf. Nausica hated how her parents got all haywire and defensive to Isaiah, that she spoke out a semi-lie saying she loved him and not like a brother, like a lover. Of course her parents were in rage and discomfort to the whole situation, and expected more from Nausica. But that was just it. She hated how they expected more from her like she was programmed to be proper and not a regular human being, as if she didn't make mistakes. But she knew that liking Isaiah is not a mistake...but what she did to release her anger was. Out of anger from her parents, and because she wanted to just release her emotions that she is a human and make mistakes and isn't proper...so she hooked up with Isaiah. It wasn't a surprise to her, and Isaiah. Actually he fell more in love with her because of it all, and how he lost his innocence to the one whom he loved the most. But Nausica, deep inside, regrets the whole thing, but overall has a bit of mixed feelings of Isaiah. Just to Nausica's parent's comfort for her sake, they banned Isaiah from their family and Elephanta Island, and banned him from seeing Nausica, ever again. And to make sure they'll never bump heads, her parent's sent her to Beauxbatons Academy, finally. Isaiah, on the other hand, also fled there, his former parents not knowing. Still Nausica and Isaiah's secret of them hooking up, remains a secret from the Milthorpe's. For now, of course.}
_PERSONALITY:
^{Nausica is a wild princess to be exact. She's the type who would do the opposite and is definitely not the stereotypical type. Like most people think the number thirteen is bad luck, specially on Friday's. But Nausica only thinks of that number as misunderstood, and actually thinks of it as just a number to look upon. Her attitude is mostly like '...who knows? the number thirteen might just be one of your lucky numbers on your fortune cookie today!'. Another thing is, that since she's a 'princess' and all, she's supposed to be 'proper' and like the 'respectful and princey guys'. Nausica, though, is just the opposite. She'd bring home a guy that'll most likely disgrace the family, but never disrespect her parents since she wouldn't stand for it. A guy like Isaiah, the non-accepting one and the one who gets banned from an island, or beat up by the daughter's dad because he's a 'bad boy'. Those are the guys Nausica's most likely to end up with...well according to her she is. Her flirtatious side is well easy to see. You might think she's flirting with a guy, but its just that she's good at it. And at other times Nausica could actually mean it when flirting with a guy, but then when she does, its harder to express her flirtatious feelings. With Isaiah, well everything was slowly from hate, and grew into love. And she will keep her word in a relationship, as she always imagined she would, but Nausica is definitely not the monogamous-type. In some situations she's too caring to call out someone in a relationship. That's probably the only time she's mostly quiet about the other person, is when she's in a love-relationship with them. Even though Nausica's relationship and thoughts on Isaiah is love/hate, she still has a soft spot for him because of all he went through, and just the type of genuine but mysteriously-dangerous guy he is. Despite her 'wild' and 'disrespectful side', Nausica's pretty spiritual. And not like praising God every time she gets, or being all fang-shei and precise with everything.

Her gypsy-like behavior is actually because of how she grew up on an island, and love nature, and incense, etc. She also has an interest in Divination and Mythology (since the interest in greek myths runs in her family). Nausica believes in being free-spirited and just her own person, which is also the reason of her being a fierce girl, with her own blunt opinions. One of her most annoying traits is actually being this blunt and fierce person. She's not fierce like being tough and bully-like. Its just that she's not the meanest person or tough at all, but when she wants to be mad she can and chances are she will be...well fierce. She loves to get her point across and is very obstinate that once you get on her nerves, she can be relentless and usually blurts out her feelings. Her spontaneous side is being really outgoing and its something that makes life a little fun for her. She'd probably sound and come off as insulting when she's making a joke, but its just that you have to understand her type of humor. It would either make you love her or hate her. Nausica, though, isn't always confident. She might come off as strong, but is emotionally strong. Her feelings will and mostly gets the best of her in certain situations, where she'd break down. Its something that she can't and won't hide, its like her emotionally-honest side. Like when a romance movie is on and the part where the guy and girl finally finds each other after a year of trying to find each other, and they have their first kiss in a long time; Nausica would most likely cry tears of joy. Or when you piss her off, she'd get super angry and speak her mind to you. And what gets her crying tears of sadness is just anything that makes her sad. To a animal getting killed for food (she's a vegetarian), to a person speaking their heart out. When it comes to a person speaking their heart out, Nausica is very loyal, but gets her opinions always in the mix, that her loyalty might come off as insulting. But that's only for people who don't understand her loyal ways.

Overall Nausica's: wild, obstinate, spontaneous, humorous, disrespectful, gypsy-like, free-spirited, loyal, fierce, blunt, non-stereotypical, a vegetarian, emotional, and just different.}
_{ROLEPLAY SAMPLE}:
^{A sweaty feeling formed on the creases of Nausica's forehead. Her head heavy and her arms fell tired and screaming for a break. She touched her head with her whole hand; cold palm releasing all the heat and discomfort of the sweat. Nausica wanted to make sure no one would come across her working out in her bedroom. She felt a little embarrassed to be seen, sweat dripping, hair twirled into different ways all scrunched, and her looking helpless. Though she knew that there was Isaiah, who loved and was drawn to her beauty even if there was mud smothered on her face, and even like this, all sweats. Nausica found Isaiah impossible to get off her back, and impossible to just say that she didn't love him like that. Or did she? All Nausica had ever felt for him was in a sisterly way, and never anything more. Isaiah isn't her real brother anyways, or she would've hated him, and then spontaneously love him again, in a brotherly-sisterly way. But he was more than that, or less, however you interpret it. Nausica's feelings about Isaiah were mixed and messed. Fortunately for her, it wasn't mixed feelings from both sides, just her. Isaiah felt very confident and obvious of his love and admiration for Nausica. Which would usually put her in a discomforting position, like whether or not she should follow his flirtatious ways, and be flirtatious back, which she usually was without even meaning to sometimes. It was just the point that Nausica did love him, but not in a sisterly way, in a lover way.}

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