Sorting (Term Thirteen)

First Name:Tifa
Last Name: Tsuki
Age: 15
Appearance:

Tifa's hair merely reaches partway down her back. She wears at most times a skort with a black ribbon on each short leg instead of a regular skirt. She wears a sleeveless white shirt underneath a sleeveless black vest with a zipper, and when dueling wears leather gloves.

History: Tifa was born at 2:14 am on a Sunday morning with the stars twinkling above the hospital. The room in which her mother gave birth in was all white and a window near the bed looked out towards the rural town where a soft breeze would occasionally blow in. Tifa‘s father was sitting in a chair next to her mother holding her in her arms staring into the beautiful face of their new bundle of joy. Tifa slept silently as her mother would occasionally look over the bed to stare into her baby’s face and let out a sigh of relief that her pain was now over and she could help start the family she always wanted.

The next day Tifa‘s mother was released from the hospital, but was forewarned to get a lot of rest before taking on her role as a mother. Tifa‘s father took Tifa and her mom home where he tucked Tifa into the Hot Pink baby cradle they had bought about a month ago for Tifa. Her father and mother gently laid her down into the cradle and gave the baby a kiss on the forehead wishing the baby to sleep tight. Her parents then left the babies room turning on the baby monitor on there way out to there bed where they lay in the black satin covers looking up at the ceiling wondering how there life would change with the new baby before drifting off to sleep.

The next few years went smoothly Tifa was now 9 years old and was becoming a bright child. Tifa‘s mother had told her that they where getting a visit from a new person today Tifa was very happy and excited to meet someone knew. Tifa kept on asking her mom questions on who would be coming when and why, but her mother simply said ill tell you when they arrive. 10 hours later Tifa‘s mother was in serious pain, Tifa didn‘t know what to do so she called for her father. Tifa‘s father knew right away what they had to do so he buckled the family into the car putting in a suitcase or two filled with clothes and they drove off. They had arrived at a hospital and Tifa became very scared that her mother was about to die that she started to cry. When getting her mother into the emergency room Tifa‘s father came and told her to calm down and that nothing was wrong with her mom, Tif‘s eyes had dried up and a smile had reappeared before her face.

The next morning Tifa‘s father had awoken Tifa from her sleep in the hallway outside of the emergency room and took her inside. Tifa came running up to her mothers side and gave her a big hug. She then asked what was wrong with her and her mother replied that their new visitor had arrived. A nurse in white came into the room carrying a blanket and handed it to Tifa‘s mother. Tifa‘s mother then said welcome your new sister Shelke. Tifa‘s smile was now bigger than ever she had always wanted a sister and now she did. Just as they did with Tifa, Tifa‘s parents took Shelke home and put her in a new cradle where they kissed her forehead good-night and leaving the room with the baby monitor on. The only thing different this time was Tifa was so found to have her first sibling that she decided to grab a blanket from the closet and a pillow from her bed and went to sleep next to her new sister for he first night.

The years once again flew by and Tifa and her sister where happily playing in their back yard enjoying the wonderful sunshine. Tifa was now at the age of 14 and Shelke was now 6. Shelke was a bundle of energy while Tifa was calm and sedate. The sisters where complete opposites. Tifa then found a beautiful flower growing in her mom’s garden. Tifa gently sat down took hold of the steam and lightly picked the flower and put it into her hair. Shelke stared at her sister for two minutes then rushed to the garden and roughly pulled out a flower roots and all. Tifa couldn’t help but laugh she grabbed the flower Shelke plucked and removed all the unnecessary debris and put it into Shelke’s hair. Shelke then smiled at Tifa and said thanks.

Many months later Tifa’s parents got a divorce separating the children. Tifa was sent to live with her mom and Shelke was to live with her father. Tifa and Shelke where now very sad since they could not play anymore. Tifa then later on found Shelke’s address and they would constantly be found writing letters to each other. They where now sister pen palls they felt like they could never be separated again. Many years passed and Tifa’s mom died in a car wreak. Tifa was deeply depressed, but she decided to fight on and got a job as a pizza deliver girl for the local pizza place. Tifa would delivery to all kinds of houses in the city. She once had to deliver pizza to her sisters house where she rushed to get there as fast as she could so she could spend at least a minute with her, but when she got to the door and delivered the pizza her father slammed the door hard on her face. Tifa became very sad as her father’s parental attitude had gone down the drains and he did not love her. Tifa then promised herself she would never return to this house again.

Personality: Tifa is a serious person when it comes to being a witch, as it is her life’s dream when she was a child. Despite her serious and fatefully allegiance to being a witch Tifa is very calm when out and about town. She is an overall nice person to the villagers in her home, as she takes care of the children who also wishes to become wizards. Tifa is essentially a motherly figure to any young up in coming wizards.

Sample RP: Tifa was a gentle type so when she calmed down she panicked and became scared as she had never wanted to harm him, but her emotions seemed to have got the better of her. She had rushed over to help him to find he was close to death from the burns. Tifa who was normal the kind and gentle type couldn’t believe she had done this for about a full year she lived in fear of becoming angry again to where she secluded herself from most other people. Until her mother came to her side to calm her down she told her about her blood and how that was just something she inherited from her. Tifa’s tears seemed to have been leaving her face as her mother calmed her down and Tifa understood she had accepted her powers and hoped not to be able to use them to harm people again.

Tifa was very successful for a while until she right before she turned 10. She didn’t raise to the power of throwing, but did get to the dancing part. It was for another one of her friend’s birthday. She was invited under special circumstances, as they knew what had happened when she was younger. What caused Tifa to get angry was when her friend opened her gift she didn’t like it and chucked it into the trash. Tifa became a bit angry as the friend was acting very spoiled, so Tifa decided to dance and when doing so everyone in the room that was male become transfixed and stared with eyes wide under her control. What each kid did was different between the rest the birthday boy took all his presents and threw them into a shredder leaving them present less. Another took all his clothes off and went streaking through the neighborhood. Many others did different things, but sooner or later some of the parents broke them from her trance. Tifa scared some of the other kids and she somehow was shunned by the kids to were she lost a few friends.

Over the years Tifa learned to control her powers under the supervision of her mother who was full veela. Tifa learned that the best way to stop from getting angry is too think of other stuff happy things and that might just help her. It took Tifa a while to learn, but by the time she had entered Hogwarts she was able to control herself. Tifa also seemed to have another deep connection with her Veela blood when her wand she got had the core of Veela hair. This proved to be a great addition to her magical abilities as it helped her remember even though she was a witch she was still part veela and she had to keep her emotions in check.

Must be Rouerie

First Name: Sofia

Middle Name: Hestia

Last Name: Barberis

Age: fifteen

Appearance:
Living with little money has really taken a toll on her body, she's a bit on the too much skinny side and doesn't have much muscle on her bones because she's not one to be very althetic. Her family being traditional Greeks has made her a woman to not do many things that men can do, so her body doesn't look athletic at all. Being out in the sun so much has given her a nice tan body and since she doesn't have to worry about getting sun burnt since her skin seems prone to the sun at times, her family doesn't have to worry about treating sunburns or buying sunscreen to protect their skin. Even if she was more sunburnable, her parents wouldn't really buy the essetianls for sunburns. They're just that poor.

Her hair has turned blonde over the years from being in the sun for many years. It has grown long and is naturally curly and when she's with some of her other friends that have a bit more money than she does, they like to straighten her hair. Sofia prefers it striaght, but having her hair curly all her life, she doesn't mind have her long curls. She's had many comments on how it keeps her youth when she still has her curls rather than when she straightens her hair and makes her look more grown up. Her eyes look almost earth brown, but Sofia likes to say they are a chocolate brown since that sounds better than having dirt eyes. Her soft feature and bigger lips give a look of pure beauty.

History: Sofia Hestia Barberis has a long family history. It dates back all the way back to the B.C. days. When she and her siblings were younger, her parents told them stories of how they were decendents of royal blood and that some day, they too will be just like them and live a happy life. Sofia wanted to believe such things since she was such a gullible little girl and had fantasies of being rich and having people do all the work instead of her doing it for once. Her family being poor, it was hard and long work all day long. Up until they were six, they got away with not having to do anything hard. They carried a basket hardly full of any food and then got to take a nap. Her mother knew that a child shouldn't work that hard and that they needed to be a kid for awhile. Well, Sofia and her twin sister got a happy six years and felt like any other kid except that their life was more simple than others and their friends.

Sofia was always a sucker for stories that had some fantasy in them. Her older brother Otis was always a story teller and Sofia listened in closely whenever he spoke in hopes it would lead into a story. She remembered when he told her that their was a curse on their family. Every other generation was rich. They did know that their grandfather lived somewhere Greece and that he was much wealthier than the Barberis family, but not much money was sent to them to help them out. Sofia wanting to know more kept pushing him and eventually she got out that if she choose the right path to sucess, she would be just liked Grandpa Barberis. Sofia liking this idea took this to heart and was already planning her life at six years old. He also told her stories of the Immortals and how each of them had a middle name of one of the Immortals. He said that her middle name - Hestia - was after the Goddess of the Hearth or more known as the Home. Sofia being a curious being wanted to know who teh God Apollo was. Otis loving his middle name told her everything about Apollo having done his research about ever Immortal.

After the age of six, they were part of the working family and Sofia and her twin sister Sonya had so work just like her older brothers. But they didn't do much of the outside work. Instead, they helped their mother with household jobs like cooking and cleaning. Having a simple life, not much happend between the age of six and to eight and their life seemed good. Then their father lost their job when she was just eight years old. Times has been hard after having Chrysander almost being attacked by a vampire, but Otis being a seer had saved him and then the drought had put the family into even a lower level of poor. They had to move to France because there was a job there that was something a bit different than farming, but something similar. It was different from Greece. France had winter where Greece did not. Sofia hated France and just wanted to go back to Greece. They eventually did after Otis went to a school for wizards and witches. Sofia did know that they were magical, but Atlas her oldest brother didn't even get in, maybe he did and Sofia didn't even know it! By that time, they were back in Greece and a little bit more prosperous than they were before and had slurged a bit and Sofia had a few more things than last time.

Two years passed and Sofia grew up without her role model. She looked up to Otis for so long and she felt an emptiness in her and she had to confine to her older twin sister and her younger brother and her other older brother wasn't around anymore. He had gone off to England to study Architecture in both the muggle and magical world. For two years she felt a bit alone and then her time came to shine. A letter had reached their new house and it was adressed to Sofia. Never getting mail before, she was curious and when opened, she had gasped and dropped the letter. She was going to the same school as Otis and she was very excited and felt truely happy for the first time in two years.

Personality: Sofia is a simple being raised in a simple environment. Unlike her brother, she doesn't ponder every aspect of life. She just enjoys life and makes the most of it as best as she can. She's one to observe and learn from other people. She did consider being an antropologist at one point, but she's yet she's still looking for the right job and maybe she'll find that it is, but she's an explorer. A curious girl and likes to probe into things which could get annoying to people who like privacy and secrets. Sofia can keep secrets, but she doesn't like secrets kept from her. She thinks its a bit rude, but knows that people like to keep other people's trust, but she just can't help it. She's just always been curious and likes to explore the unknown. The down fall of Sofia's calm presense is that she gets jealous easily. This is a trait that has been picked up from her twin sister Sonya. She attempts to keep the jealousy down since she's always been jealous of other peoples wealth but as she's containing it and trying to get rid of it, she makes her jealousy into a goal and strives for it. She kind of sleeps on her jealous/goals and if she still thinks it's worth it, she'll go for it.

Sofia is a person to pay attention to minor details. She's got a kind mind and doesn't like anything to be left out. It's all part of the observant deal. In her intelligence, she could never be as smart as her brothers. They just seem to take in more than Sofia does. But she tries hard since Otis is her role model and wants to be somewhat like him, though she says that she won't be like him in a million years. She used to stutter a lot since she used to be quite shy ( though she's outgrown that and talks more ) and her oldest brother Atlas came up with the idea of making her read out loud to everybody every night. It would be anything from poetry, facts, muggle books, fiction books and everything inbewteen. This taking a year ( from age ten to eleven ) she had learned a wide vocabulary and now reads perfectly fine and before leaving to Beauxbatons, she still read to her family, but maybe not always as a whole family. Sometimes she would just read to one person at a time or maybe even two. Like her sister she is very feminine. She doesn't venture into the boyish part of herself too much and was grown up to be lady like. Though her rebilious twin liked to be crazy, Sofia couldn't help but to sometimes act unlady like just because it was something she thought was fun. Other than that she likes to do things with her hair, put on makeup, buy clothes ( since that was mostly a splurge for the Barberis' ) and she wasn't one to get down and dirty or even roll in the dirt. She's almost germophobic in a way. She likes everything to be clean and just gags when she thinks about eating germs or even touching them. That's why she carried a sanitizer around in her pocket most of the time.

Sample RP: Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, Sofia was getting ready for the usual day of hard work and sweat. She didn't like pulling her hair back, but she didn't like her hair getting stuck to her face either. It was almost like a pet peeve. She got dressed in some already dirty clothes and went to the well shared bathroom to got buff herself up even if it was a day just around the house. Who knew who was coming to the house to say hi to somebody. Sofia told herself to assume nothing. It's better safe than sorry in her opinion. She quickly checked her appearance and decided to go for the natural look and just swipe some black eyeliner on very thin of course. She didn't look good at all with thick eyeliner nor did she look good with a lot of make up on at all! She was more of the natural girl than anything. She bent down to the drawer and picked out the nail clippers and quickly cut her long nails and filled them to perfection. After this being done, her sister Sonya was already occupying some of the free space with her hair brushing. Sonya was more picky on how she looked and Sofia couldn't help but shake her head and walk away.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she went a about a dozen feet to where her mother was and just one look and Sofia knew what she had to do to complete a days work. She washed some clothes and even had to dust. She couldn't help but sneeze every time dust came into the picture. It was more of a laid back day in the house since yesterday was more of the hard work. Sofia thankful that nothing big had to be done, was off the hook. She went outside to check out what her little brother Chyrsander and her dad were doing. Ever since moving back, they got more land and more advanced tools and the farming seemed to go better than it ever had before. They were making profits much easier than before and Sofia was happy for her dad. He was finally getting somewhere with his work.

She didn't stay out where they were working afraid they'd ask her for help and instead went to the big tree near the house. It was an olive tree and it was often climbed by the children of the house. Sofia just loved the view from above and climbed it regularly. Today was no other day and she quickly lifted herself up and sat on the second lowest branch that was sturdy enough for Sofia to sit on and gaze at the view that lay out in front of her. The land seemed to stretch on forever. She could see the neightbors house just barely from where she was sitting. It was like a rock from her view. Sofia sighed loving the peace and sat there in the moment before she had to come back down to reality and begin working again.

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Must be Rouerie

First name-Joshua
Last name-Lacock
Age-17

Appearance- Josh is a 6 foot tall boy with a slender build. He has shaggy untaimed jet black hair and green eyes. He wares black rimed glasses and has a green puzzle piece tattooed on the inside of his right wrist. See picture below(without glasses).

History- Joshua was born on Aug. 2nd in 1994 in New York and was abandoned the next day on the front steps of an old couple named Jill and Jerry Lacock who took him in with the kindest hearts. Joshua has always wondered who his parents were and why they didn't want him. At the age of five Josh started to develop some head turning talents like talking to animals and moving objects without touching them. His mother Jill took him over seas when he was 7 to visit her family in France. While in France Jill learned that Joshes talents were indeed magic and he would need training if he wanted to keep them. Jill's mother having magic abilities herself offered to take josh in. Josh lived with his grandmother Judy for many years learning the basics of magic and found out he was really quite good at it. his grandmother would always say your a natural. and after reading up on the different schools to attend to further up his training Josh found the one that felt just right for him Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. So he applied.

Personality- Joshua is a quite boy with creative excellence. He enjoys helping others in many ways. Josh has always been a shoulder to cry on. He also has the remarkable skill of staying calm in most situations. Joshua also has an unnatural fear of fire like it can sense him and find him. Music, art, and photography are his life. If Josh didn't make it into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic he would have studied to become a psychologist. Josh knows his skills in magic come naturally to him but he never boasts. And Josh highly believes that anything can be done with a little determination and imagination.

Sample-After opening his eyes after a long night sleep Josh rolls onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling Josh opens his mouth and yawns thinking to himself "just another day at Beauxbatons." .Josh sat up and looked around and noticed everyone else has left for breakfast. he shrugged "must be waffle day.". He stood up and walked over to his dresser. He stubbed his toe on the corner of it. "OOOOuch!" Josh bent over to rub his toe and the dorm door opened. It was Peter Joshes best friend "Oh nice view Josh" Peter smirked as he covered his eyes.
"Can it, will you" Josh spat back as he through an old sock that was laying next to his dresser "I stubbed my toe"
"Where have you been its 8:15 our first class starts in fifteen minutes. You better get a move on" asked Peter while taking the sock off his head.
"What? Oh no. Your kidding right?" Joshua was fully awake now riping his clothes everywhere. Josh through his stuff on and ran out of the dorm.

Your display name needs to fit with the name of your character.

I fixed it Mame.

Your appearance isn't enough. You need more in your personality. You need to check spelling, capitalization and so on!


OK lets try this one more time. I hope I fixed it.

Must be Cossu

First name: Veris

Last name: Blackrose

Age: 13

Appearance: Veris has long curly turquoise hair. It flows to about halfway down her back. She has cold hard dark blue eyes and long eyelashes. She has pale pale skin and her lips are a light blue as if frozen. She looks as if painted in a picture. Veris's style is dark and cold. Picture-

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History: Veris was born to Wizard Hevelan Blackrose and Witch Opal Ironat Blackrose on April 28th, 1995. She was born a normal witch baby untill she was bitten by a wild werewolf. Her parents went berserk and planned to drop her off at an orphanage. But not before Death Eaters appeared at their doorstep. After killing Veris's parents, the 9 year-old produced blue flames out of her hands. No one knows how she did it. People have guessed that it was because of her rage over her the Death Eaters attack. Veris killed the Death Eaters with one stroke of her flames. She then left the house without a second glance at the parents who planned to get rid of her. She now resides at Golden Home Boarding school.

Personality: Veris is very smart, though she doesn't brag about it. She seems dark and mean on the outside, but she only trying to protect people. If Veris becomes happy or excited, fire starts to leak out of her fingers. If it continues, Veris could destroy
everything in her path. She feels like every time someone gets hurt or injured or even dies, it's her fault. Veris uses her fire to make burnt paintings. These paintings are made when Veris lets the fire roam on a canvas. Figures and scenes are drawn out of the crisp burnt lines on the canvas. Veris never chooses what she's drawing. Her mood is expressed on the canvas by what she is painting. If the picture is dark and sinister, Veris is sad, scared, or angry. If it is bright and playful, Veris is happy or excited. She calls the paintings Burnts. Veris has only one weakness to this amazing power of hers. It destroys her stamina. If she's ever ill or unhealthy, she could die. A small cold could destroy her. Veris can also appear harse because of her condition as a werewolf. As you can see, Veris cares very much about others safety.

Sample RP:
Veris sighed as she laid on her bed. Tonight was full moon. No one knew about it. Not even Mrs. Fox. Stupid Muggles. They never pay attention.
Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door.
"Enter." Veris said darkly.
A small girl entered. She was a blonde and had freckles covering her entire nose. The pale green eyes would have scared anyone else, but Veris knew who she was dealing with. This was Ally May Dirus. A silly 6 or 7-year old. "A...a letter for... for Miss Veris Blackrose." Ally stammered apparently out of breath.
Yippee, Veris thought. Probably just another note saying she had missed a day of school, blah, blah, blah. That stupid school didn't work for her. She knew all the answers and the teachers ate out of her hand, but she didn't fit in. Veris had been looking for a new school ever since last month. She'd been faking a dreadful illness since then. Veris couldn't believe it when Mrs. Fox fell for it!
Veris stared at Ally. "Are you going to give the letter to me or what?" She asked in an undertone, eying the girl suspiciously.
Ally grew pale. "Here." She mumbled and handed Veris the letter. Then Ally ran out the door.
Veris frowned. She didn't mean to scare the children or act rude. She just didn't want to be around people in case of an... an accident. Veris read the address on the envelope.

Miss Veris Blackrose
Golden Home Boarding School
Dorm 154
Smallest Bed

She stared at the curvy, beautiful writing. That didn't look like a school notice nor did it sound like it. Excited, Veris ripped open the envelope. Inside it stated:

Dear Miss Veris Blackrose.
We would like to inform you that you have been chosen to attend Beaubaxtons Academy of Magic........


Could you describe the flames a bit more? If she's going to have a power (which is fine, this is an acceptable power dont worry!) you need to give her a weakness. Her being a werewolf isnt a weakness for the flames itself, so she needs another. When you do that, underline it so I can see where you added it. :]

I fixed it.

Must be Cossu

----- FIRST

Demetrius

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----- LAST

Layton

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----- AGE

Seventeen

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----- APPEARANCE

----- HISTORY

Living with a muggle parent was never easy. Especially with a child that had very unexpected things happening with it. After the first time Demetrius’ mother thought that she could get away with blaming it on the lack of them watching him, but then it happened again, and again. So she knew that she had to come out, and Tell her husband. The news of her being a witch almost gave the man a heart attack. Being a muggle he had never even tried to fathom the fact of living with a witch or wizard, but now he was married to one? After finding out that the woman had lied to him. Demetrius’ father packed up his own things as well as Demetrius’ and moved himself and the boy out and away from his mother. At three it was really hard for Demetrius to completely understand what was going on. The family constantly moved, and didn’t stay in one place for a long period of time. A couple of months at the most. The family at one point moved to the states, and stayed there for a year and a half. Making new friends, and Making a name for himself in this place Demetrius was sad to hear that they were leaving. Upon moving they moved to france. This is where the family would reside until the day that Demetrius left for beauxbatons.

It was hard for the boy’s father to keep his magical abilities unknown to him. There were always unexplainable things happening, and they occurred more often everyday that went by. Eventually his father took him out of muggle schools entirely, and went through private tutor after private tutor, but somethings kept happening that scared the people away. So his father decided to homeschool him himself. The anger his father felt towards his mother was shown to Demetrius. There was always yelling, and nothing he ever did was good enough. He always had to do more, and more, and more. There was never a close father son bond, and that bond was hanging by a thread. That very bond though was cut, and thrown away as his father brought home woman after woman from local bars. It was funny how the man had time to go to bars, and pick up woman, and maintain his worklife. The family was wealthy that wasn’t a lie, but Demetrius hardly ever saw any of it. A few months later his father remarried. A very wretched woman. Demetrius had inherited a step brother, and that was something he wasn’t happy about either. He had lived most of his teenage life locked up in a room. The boy though had acquired this sick habit of talking to himself. Almost like an inner voice. Only when he had his darkest moments though.

The homeschooling days got fewer and fewer until it stopped entirely. Demetrius eventually got a letter to attend Beauxbatons, and this confused him, and shocked his father. This first letter was quickly ripped to shreds, and thrown in the trash. His father wanted him to have nothing to do with that part of his life. Later that week a second letter came. The seventeen year old picked up the mail while his father was still at work. He had time now to examine the letter. Inside the letter it explained that he was a wizard. Well there really was no explanation, but he was invited to attend a wizarding school. Could that be the reason for everything unexplainable that had ever happened to him? That night when the boy’s father got home Deme had confronted him. The fight went on for hours and hours. Demetrius was furious with his father, and practically the whole word right about now, and wanted nothing more to do with him. So packing up his things Demetrius left for the school.

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----- PERSONALITY

Demetrius Delvin Layton’s personality ranges from so many things. One could say that he is bi-polar and everyone would believe it. Demetrius at most times is a very kind hearted person. In new places meeting new people he will be one of the nicest people that anyone would ever meet. If someone he’s really close to is in dire need of help he will be there to help them in a heartbeat. When he’s around a group of his friends he’s more of a goofball or jokester than anything. It’s just his way of having fun.

There’s no telling though when that switch is flipped, and Demetrius turns into a completely different person. There’s no stopping it either. In this the boy can be very rude, and his mind becomes very sadistic in it’s thoughts. When this happens there isn’t anyone that could possibly want to be around him. He loves to make people feel inferior to him. The way he does this is with the way he carries himself, and his quick wit. This amuses him, and won’t ever let a chance like this pass him by.

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----- SAMPLE RP

Sitting in the dorm room with that incessant talking that his roommate had been doing. Demetrius had been so used to being on his own that this roommate situation was already starting to get to him, and he had only been here a few days. Walking out onto the grounds he knew that if he hadn’t gotten out of there when he did that he would have cracked, and no one would have liked that. Demetrius closed his eyes, and let the wind blow past him. His jet black hair going with it. Taking in a deep breath of the fresh air Demetrius was calmed down now as much as he would be for the moment. So what was he supposed to do now? Well he wouldn’t be the best of company right at this moment. So why not just do what he’s best at doing. Spend time by himself. Running his fingers through his hair Demetrius looked around, and finally decided upon walking over to the lake, and sitting by it for a little while.

As the boy was sitting there he heard nothing but the birds singing in the early morning. It was quiet on the grounds more so in the morning than in the evening and it was actually really nice. It wasn’t long before a voice rang through his head. ‘You’ll never be accepted in a place like this. You’ll just end up spending all your time alone, and what’s the point of being here to do that when you can do that anywhere…” The voice was very harsh, and it almost had a hissing sound to it. Demetrius laughed a bit, and replied to the voice that was in his head. “Says you?” Deme had tried his best to hide this part of himself from the outside world. From Reality. This was not normal for one person, and he didn’t want to be thought of as a freak. He was nowhere near a freak. He just wanted to fit in.

Putting his head in his hands the splitting headache started. He blamed his father for the problems that he had with himself. Why blame his mother? Demetrius didn’t even know her that well. He hadn’t seen her since he was 3, and being exposed to the many ups and downs of his fathers many, many, relationships could have done something to his mentality. Looking back out over the water he knew that he would be alright as long as he stayed out of touch with his father, and everyone else from his ‘muggle’ life. All he wanted to concentrate on now was his wizard schooling and developing his powers. The only thing that he was really scared of though was the fact that if he got good enough to work the wand well he would end up killing people. When that switch is switch he turns into this evil sadistic person, and all he thinks about is torture, and making people’s lives miserable. He wasn’t a bad person he just wasn’t raised in the right environment.

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Must be Sournois

First Name: Brayden
Last Name: Maleyko
Age: 17
Appearance:
History: Brayden grew up in a rural town outside of Latvia. He was a farmers boy who grown to love animals and care for nature. Brayden would sit next to valley and skip rocks drinking an occasional root beer. He would go home to his small hut were his mother was making dinner. “Wash your hands!” Melinda Brayden’s mother said pointing to the washing bowl. Brayden nodded obediently rushing to the bowl, dipping his hands into the cool water. Melinda sat the table, “Dinners ready!” Melinda said. Brayden ran to his chair which sat the furthest away from his family. He sometimes liked to feel isolated from the rest, Brayden’s father Bill stepped into the room. Bill took his chair at the head of the table, Melinda served rice to everyone. They all sat in silence munching away at there rice, which tasted incredible.
Brayden was finished with his bowl when he stood up and took it to the sink. Bill starred at Brayden patiently then softly whispered, “Why cant you be a normal nine year old and have friends?” Brayden face turned bright red, “why are you always doing this papa!” Brayden screamed. His father chuckled, “because it would be nice to have a normal son”. Melinda stood up in Brayden’s defense but realizing the challenge, Melinda sat back down in defeat. This was a beginning to a terrible childhood.


Personality: Brayden is soft spoken and gentle, but he can become aggressive. His moods flip quicker then a pancake, and he’s ready to snap at an instance. He feels like no one understands him and he’s trapped in the world alone. He lacks social skills and motivation, which is Brayden’s biggest downfall. But Brayden is a great wizard and a perfect mentor to anybody who needs him.

Sample RP: Brayden brushed his hair from his eyes as he awoke from bed, stretching his muscles he headed for the bathroom. Placing some tooth paste on his green tooth brush, Brayden began brushing his teeth. Spitting the tooth paste out Brayden rinsed his mouth out. Walking downstairs he grabbed a bagel and rushed out the door. Shoving the bagel in his mouth he rushed toward the trolley nearly missing it. Rushing through the trolley door Brayden gave the driver some money and took a seat in the back. He sat next to an old man who smelt like cheap booze and cigarettes. The old man was asleep near the window, he was probably homeless. That was unfortunate, Brayden slipped five dollars into the old mans coat pocket. Brayden leaned back and waited to get to his destination.
When the bell ringed through the trolley Brayden lifted up to get off, the old man was already gone. Getting up Brayden exited from the rear door and walked toward the mall. Boring work, but it kept Brayden’s mind off trying to use magic. Brayden knew he had powers at the age of ten. He could make people do what he wanted, sometimes his abilities scared him. But now his abilities are just like a walk in the park, quick and easy to use. Brayden walked into Famous Footwear and stood behind the register, signing himself in on the computer. Another boring day at the old job, Brayden thought to himself.

The history sort of sounds like an RP. Add a bit more to the history to make it sound like you're explaining something rather than it being a story. Just like how you started it. :] Give me a bit more on his life. Any brothers and sisters? How did his parents meet? I take it they are a somewhat poor family. Is there any sordid history behind the character's family that even the character doesnt know about? Remember, if the character doesnt know about it, that doesnt mean you dont know about. :]

Work in progress!!


First Name: anna

Middle Name: danica

Last Name: redoute

Age: sixteen

Appearance:

Anna is currently at the heighth of a regular sixteen year old, which is generally about around five foot seven, although she always considers herself tall, mostly because the people she hangs around with are mostly 'vertically challeged' as she liked to put it. Her hair is naturally loosely wavey, ad she prefers it that way; she barely ever straightens or puts up her hair at all. Her eyes are a cloudy greenish grey, which is a major distinction from the rest of, well, everyone, really. The only other person she knows that has the same eye color is her brother, Jason.

History:

Her parents, Emily and Jack Redoute are muggles who met in their high school junior year. Their story is typical; they fall in love and get married at a particularly young age, living in a typical middle class family lifestyle. Pretty soon, as to be expected, the two lovers decided that they wanted a child of their own.

Anna was born two minutes after her annoying twin, Jason, and regrets every moment of it.

Personality:

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