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Post by mme. o. maxime on Nov 27, 2012 20:40:18 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 RulesReply 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]
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[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. |
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serena rivera
Sournois First Year 
just a notch in your belt, baby.
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Post by serena rivera on Nov 29, 2012 2:25:35 GMT -5
First Name: Chloe Margaret
Last Name: Parker
Age: 17
Appearance:
History:
i knew you were trouble when you walked in
Once upon a time, there was a family who hated each other. Each had found a fault with the other, and to make matters worse, they were on the verge of poverty with the father of the family becoming more and more ill by the second. Thankfully, that family wasn't Chloe's family. Those were their neighbors. Now, the Parkers lived in a penthouse flat in downtown London with a spectacular view of the city. They're well off, nothing too fancy (although, Chloe's father Richard often brags about the time he was having lunch at the same location as the Queen, only a few tables away) and they're relatively modest (if by modest, you mean throwing lavish parties most every other weekend). Chloe wasn't an only child, she had an older brother (Zachary, now 20) and a younger sister (Amberly, now 15) who were each their own. Chloe and Amberly were rather close, and her and Zachary were civil with one another. However, Chloe and Zach have never been close since the incident back in 2011 when Chloe found Zach trying to rape one of her best friends. Thankfully, they didn't press charges - but unfortunately for Chloe, she lost her forever.
until you're lying on the cold, hard ground
Chloe's family was more or less special in some way or another. Her mother was a pure blood witch and her father was a muggle born. They were all quite open with the "family secret". When Zach turned 16, the Parker's sent him off to Durmstrang to get some tough blood in him. When it was Chloe's turn, she was 16 and about to turn 17 when she got a letter from Beauxbatons. It came as a surprise since she hadn't even applied to attend school anywhere. Her mother then confessed she wanted Chloe to attend her alma mater. Now, Chloe loved her life in London but only recently had things been getting to be a little difficult. She found herself blacking out and seeing strange things in strange places and had no idea how to explain it. For a while, she thought she was going crazy and began acting out - she immediately lost her virginity and went on a rampage at clubs with her fake ID, throwing herself at guys and making girls jealous. She was reckless. She still is, if she can't control herself. So being sent off to Beauxbatons was always the best option.
Personality: Chloe is reckless. She's easily infuriated and finds herself getting irritated at the smallest of incidents. She's a hard worker when she puts her mind to it. She only recently found out of her Seer blood and is only beginning to understand it, finding it harder and harder by the minute. She's a little on edge now and then and finds solace in playing the piano or throwing herself at another guy. She's sarcastic and blunt, tending to come up with witty remarks rather than put out a fire. She is very sultry and one could even say she was suave. She'd be a Bond girl if James Bond ever found her. She's well trained in athletics, a very strong football (soccer), rugby and volleyball player at her old muggle school, so she'll wish to try out for Quidditch when given the opportunity.
Sample RP:
Chloe ran a hand through her long bronze locks as she sat on a bench along the Seine river in Paris. She checked her shiny new gold watch (a 'sincere' gift from her mother for her acceptance to the new magic school) and wondered how she was expected to arrive at the new school. Only a few moments later did a snow white owl land on the other end of the bench, baring a letter in its beak. It was addressed to 'Chloe Parker' in beautiful ice blue script. When she plucked the finely crafted letter from the owl's beak, it flew off around her. Startled, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she crossed one bare leg over the other and flipped the letter over. Over the flap, there was a blue seal with a beautiful 'B' in wax. She couldn't help herself when she felt a flutter of excitement well up within her stomach.
She ripped open the letter and it gave her directions to someplace called the 'Rue de Paradis'. She sighed and rolled her eyes, Of course this would involve walking. She stared at her beautiful new heels that she had just bought and decided she was going to show up in style - none of this changing into better, more practical shoes. She stood up and flattened her black skirt and adjusted her white blouse. She looked around and smiled coyly at a few strangers who were passing by, quickly giving her a second look. She sauntered off in the direction she hoped was the right one.
Skip ahead about 2 hours and she stood at the gates of the most beautiful palace she had ever seen, jaw on the ground. Her icy blue eyes stared at the beautiful Beauxbatons Academy and they shimmered with excitement. Her bags had already arrived and she pushed open the gate, her fingers tingling when they touched the gates. Closing them behind her, she gasped at the rush of emotion she felt. Maybe it was some sort of connection. She closed her eyes and momentarily she felt a woosh of cool air and saw the palace in full winter décor - it was breathtaking. Opening her eyes and returning to earth, she couldn't be more excited to begin her studies at Beauxbatons.
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Post by vivi62442 on Dec 4, 2012 6:32:37 GMT -5
Appearance: Vivienne-Ariana's hair is always in place, and she will never have a wrinkle in her clothing. Her mother always kept her perfect, neat and clean. She has a very sensible, yet bubbly and cute fashion style, usually wearing blues, reds and natural colours. She usually has her hair down and her eyes always sparkle. media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5yp6fy7fN1ql9rca.gifFirst Name: Vivienne Last Name: Claire (pronounced Cle-ree) Age: Seventeen History: Vivienne Ariana Clairee, was born in a small town in France, Savoie, In a little cottage, with her mother. Her father was a Drunkard, and never loved her. Vivienne's mother was her only ever friend since she had been home schooled. Her family of two weren't very poor, but they weren't wealthy either. The thing Vivienne-Ariana liked most about herself, was that she was a metamorphagus. She had found the out at the age of two, when she complained to her mother about her eyebrows. She said they were too thick. She was looking in the mirror, a frustrated look on her face, wishing her eyebrows were thinner. As she stared at her eyebrows, they suddenly got thinner. She was amazed at this and started laughing. Then, once when she was four, In the autumn, She asked her mum if she could dye her hair blue. Her mother laughed and shook her head, saying she couldn't and that she couldn't do it if she tried. She then looked in the mirror again and stared at her hair, doing the same thing as before, when she was two. Her hair had gone a baby blue, and she ran to her mother to tell her. From then, she hadn't changed much about her appearance, just changing her hair different tones when it was time for a change. Vivienne had to take a job at thirteen, (Doubling in house cleaning and newspaper girl, ) to help her mother pay for the house. When she was five, her younger sister was born. Genevieve Danielle Clairee, was very sick at a young age. When Vivienne's father fond out, he left her mother for a rich women in Italy he had been having an affair with. Vivienne was struggling to keep up with her work, and school. At the age of six, her younger sister, Genevieve , had died of brain cancer. Her mother had struggled with the money as well, and for three months, they were homeless, and out on the streets, with nothing but their blankets and the clothes on their backs. The only real time she was happy was when she danced and singed. Vivienne's mother was a ballet dancer when she was younger, and taught Vivienne everything she knew. She had discovered she was quite talented. Later on, at the age of ten, she started singing. Vivienne was usually very quiet, but when she sang, she was loud, but had the voice of an angel brought down from the heavens. When they were out on the street, Vivienne sang to people for money. She had started singing to a song that was heard from a shop near, When people heard her they stared, like she was truly an angel. One person even started crying to her surprise. She finished the song and everyone applaused. One by one, people gave her a couple of euros, and one generous lady even donated 50 euros. She was amazed. From then, she started singing. It was not until she was eleven, that she found out she was a witch. One day, she was practising her ballet, performing high leaps and spins. She tried to beat her record of 5 pirouettes, when she kept spinning and spinning. She counted her pirouettes as she did them. She got up to 18, suddenly, She started floating up high in the air, not being able to stop. She then stopped spinning and floated in the air. For about five seconds, she was high up in the air. She quickly dropped from the sky, falling, landing on her ankle. She heard a crack and tried to get up, She couldn't. She muttered. Her mother wasn't near, doing her job, and she didn't know where she was. 'I need to find my mother', She started crying when suddenly, she started floating again, just touching the ground. She had no idea where she was going. Finally, she stopped, landing in front of a pastry shop. She dragged herself into the shop and found her mother their, with a wide smile on her face. Her mother came and held her tight, telling her she was a witch. Her mother had in fact been a pureblood, and so had her father. She said part of the reasons her father left was because he wouldn't want to live with a filthy 'Squib'. Her mother explained everything and soon, she started crying with tears of joy. Suddenly, she stood up, her leg unhurt. Her mother explained that this was her magic, starting to happen. Her mother handed Vivienne her acceptance letter, she had never been happier. Personality: Vivienne-Ariana, is shy, (because of her history) and doesn't usually defend herself, and backs down from a fight. She usually gets her hopes uo for something, and is crushed when it doesn't happen. She always has a smile when she is with her friends, (though she has none yet.) and will open up to only her very close friends. She is witty and has a great sense of humour, but is very naive, and will trust anyone who's nice to her. Though she may not open up straight away, she is a great, loyal, loving friend, who will help you with whatever you need. She is very talented, but has not shared her talents with anyone she knows, except her mother, and when she had to perform for money. She is most likely to be spending her time, alone with her scrapbook, drawing, or writing a poem. She has dabbled with song writing, but only likes a couple of the songs she's written. She knows how to play the guitar, and usually strums along to her songs. Sample RP: Vivienne was running through the wind, her hair blowing in her face, and the coarse wind pushing her back. Her tear streaked face was now dry and sticky. She just received a letter from the hospital saying her father had died, during a raid in a bank. 20 people were killed. He, his new wife, and their three children were 5 of those people. She had met up with them every Christmas and every time one of them had a birthday. Her father and her had now been on civil terms, but were never friendly to each other. She would never forgive him for what he had done. However, she had always been very good friends with his children, and always had a great time with them. Her step-mother had been such a sweet, loving, beautiful lady. She always treated her as one of her own. So, of course she was sad. She quickly ran to her mother's pastry shop, the letter clutched in her hand. She was on her Christmas Holidays from Beauxbatons, and this was a horrible way to end it.She ran inside the pastry shop. "Mama!" She yelled, getting looks from everyone in the shop.She saw the worried look on her mother's face.She handed her the letter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next few weeks were the worst of her life. She kept having nightmares, screaming in the night, crying in her sleep, tossing and turning. The worst bit was, everyday, she got worse and worse. The circles under her eyes became dark, and her skin was sickly pale. The only thing that still made her happy was her dancing. Her throat was dry all the time, and her voice was weak, so she couldn't sing. She escaped the real world, that was in her eyes, miserable, to a wonderful fantasy land, in her dreams. She was dancing near the lake, in her beautiful dress, hair flowing, (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=58799627)and a concentrated look on her face. The only place she really felt happy and at home was at Beauxbatons. She couldn't wait to get back there. (Sorry, I forgot how to edit and I had a different face claim. Cossu seems perfect for you!Attachments:
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Sampson Abernathy
Sournois First Year Sournois Prefect
the muse monster tackles you! *tackles*
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Post by Sampson Abernathy on Dec 9, 2012 2:03:34 GMT -5
First Name: Sampson
Last Name: Abernathy
Age: seventeen
Appearance: 
History: Sampson Abernathy is of mixed heritage that most people never really think of: Scottish and French. His father had gone to Scotland because he lost a bet in a game of cards. When he arrived in Scotland, Sam's father was supposed to survive two weeks in a foreign country at the choosing of the winner. His friend was especially cruel and sent him to Scotland. Scotland didn't speak the same language, was much colder and everything was just not as it was in France. Well lucky for Sam's father, he met Sam's mother. She was eager to go somewhere new because she was never fond of Scotland. Sam's mother fell in love with his father and begged for him to take her to France just so she could live a new life. Now Sam's father thought the woman was absolutely loony, but took her along anyways, figuring he'd just dump her once he got back to France.
Well none of that worked out because as soon as he made it back to France with Sam's mother in tow, Sam's father's friends told her to keep her around and that leaving her here by herself was simply mad. So he let her stay in his flat and one thing after another, he fell for her and got married two years later. Sampson was born not too long later. Sampson is the oldest, but he also has two other brothers that look exactly like him. His mother had triplets right off the bat and that's where their problems started. Money ran short and Sampson's father had to get two jobs: professor by day, healer by night. His mother had to get a job as well as a caretaker for other people's children, so she often took her three boys along with her to work because then her boys would help entertain the children she looked after and got to be with her boys. It was a tight life, but they eventually got a bit lucky here and there. Sampson's father was promoted to head healer, so he only had to teach one class instead of many which freed up his time considerably by the time Sampson and his brothers were five. Sampson's mother still kept her job since they could always use the extra money. Three boys all the same age got very expensive.
It was around the age of six that Sampson showed first signs of magic. It was the middle of winter and everything Sampson touched bloomed into springtime flowers. Sampson was in no way in love with nature, but every footstep he made in the snow, flowers sprung up from the ground. It wasn't long before his brothers had shown signs of magic as well. So off to Beauxbatons it was. By Sampson's third year, he needed glasses. He hated wearing them and would rather just not see than wear them. He got used to them eventually, but Sampson thought they made him look silly. Sampson had thought that he would find new friends and break away from his brothers, but he didn't and become even closer with his brother. He called them the Trio to aspire to be like Harry Potter's trio.
Personality: Sampson isn't always liked. He's always been one to say what is on his mind and he's very sarcastic. Almost too sarcastic to the point where he seems serious. He doesn't exactly have a lot of patience with people and only puts up with them because he isn't exactly suited for solitude like his brother Gideon. He likes certain people and judges them upon first sight. He's too lazy to give people a chance to prove themselves and has been known to stick to his brothers. Of course there are a few close friends he has made over the years that are from his house. He has branched out slightly, but that has only been recently since he's not accustom to change. He had a really hard time sharing his brothers at first, but he had to let go eventually. He just doesn't like sharing in general. It was never his forte.
With women, he's entirely different. He loves to chat them up, especially if they're pretty. He loves to compliment them because usually it's the truth. Although he puts himself out there too much and has never been one to settle down. He tried to when he was fifteen, but that only last a month. In school, Sampson only does well because his brothers do well in school. Each brother specializes in a subject. Sampson is excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Gideon in Transfiguration and Desmond in Charms. They help each other with these subjects and thus keep their grades up enough to be considered more on the intelligent side. Sampson has a hard time staying motivated, but he wants to be an Auror one day because he loves the sense of danger and the adrenaline pumping in his veins. He's always been quick on his feet and his memory is excellent. Once he's got something down, it's in his brain forever. He likes to brag a bit about this, but Sampson is always showing off to anybody that will listen. Usually his friends just give him a hard time and tease him, but Sampson always just jests back at them.
Sample RP: Sampson was out for a walk that day, feeling Jack Frost biting at his nose. It was a crisp day and Sampson looked around at the snow covered ground. It was a beautiful day out today. Sure it was winter, but winter wasn't so bad when there were days like this. It was almost warm for winter and the sun was shining down on him. He had suffered colder days whenever he went to go visit his grandparents in Scotland. That place was simply a living hell up there. Sampson would rather go south than north. France was just the right amount of hot and cold in the appropriate seasons. Sampson personally loved fall more, but winter wasn't so bad. He liked to toss snowballs at his friends and brothers and create giant snowmen as tall as a giant.
He chose a path that was already made by other footsteps and was glad since he wouldn't have to get his feet wet from the deep snow. To his left was the Black Lake all frozen over. Sampson tried to stay away from ice skating activities. He had no sense of balance whatsoever and would rather sit by a fire instead. Sampson decided then that after his walk he would sit by the fire to warm up. Before that he would go to the kitchens to get a cup of hot cocoa so he had something to do while sitting by the fire. Of course there was probably someone in his common room that he could chat up.
For now, he was walking outside and just gazed at the sight before him. He had gone into the Enchanted Forest many times and he thought it always looked creepy during the winter because there were no leaves on the branches. The forest looked dead and haunted instead of welcoming when it had leaves. Sampson wasn't going to go in there today, but decided to talk a long walk around the lake. That usually took up an hour of his time.
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Post by genevieve demont on Dec 11, 2012 22:11:52 GMT -5
First Name: genevieve
Last Name: urie - demont
Age: seventeen
Appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes
History:
Genevieve was born to Francois and Bernadette Urie, a French couple living outside of Paris, France. She was epitome of a beautiful child. With her platinum blonde hair and bright, crystal blue eyes, she looked exactly like her Veela mother. Bernadette was a witch who had graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic so many years before she had even met Francois. An aspiring fashion designer for witches’ clothing, Bernadette could never have imagined falling for a Muggle Born. However, when Francois happened to stumble upon the beautiful girl while visiting the city, she fell in love instantly. They were wed immediately and, 2 years later, little Genevieve was born.
Growing up, Genevieve had been a terribly reckless child. She often fought against her parents, sneaking off and doing things that she knew she shouldn’t be doing. Naturally, once she had received her powers, she never followed the rules of “no magic outside of school.” She didn’t believe any of the garbage her parents tried to tell her about getting in trouble with the Magical Law. As far as she was concerned, her power had made her untouchable to any Muggle who tried to get in her way. She could easily turn them to ash with a little flick of her wrist.
Genevieve had received her letter from Beauxbatons when she was 15 years old. She was so excited to be going to a school of her “type of people” that she packed her bags and left immediately. Her first few years there were difficult. She hung out with the wrong crowd of girls, made Prefect of the Sournois house and quickly lost it, and fell madly in love with a boy who left her alone in the end. That was when she had changed drastically. She could not continue to live her life this way. Things would only get worse if she didn’t change her attitude and focus on a total personality makeover.
Silas Heldon Demont stepped into her life when she had needed it the most. He was a great friend and the two fell madly in love. Things were going well for Gene, until one night when she decided to go for a late night walk. Her thoughts were preventing her from being able to sleep and she woke up in the middle of the night and snuck off into the forest to clear her head. That was when she was attacked. Genevieve did not know who her attacker was, nor were he was today. All she knew was 3 days later, she awoke a vampire. Her thirst for blood was insatiable. She ignored Silas for days just to get the thirst under control. When it came time to tell him, she feared he would leave her forever. However, he stayed with her, and the two were wed in the Captivating Gardens 2 years later after affairs, drama, and a lot of fighting.
Why she left the school was still a mystery to her. Genevieve woke up one morning, packed her bags, and took off for home, leaving her school, friends, and her husband behind forever. Or so she thought. Her parents grew tired of her moping and sent her back to Beauxbatons where they knew she belonged. She would have to start her magical career all over…hopefully all those she once had in her life would want to return.
Personality:
Genevieve can be incredibly sweet one minute and a total witch (with a B) the next. Gene can also be that person that everyone goes to with advice, given she had been through so much in her life. She is brutally honest, which a lot of people don’t appreciate about her, but at least you can say she never lies.
Gene is also quite the artist. In her spare time, she enjoyed writing short stories, painting landscapes, and sketching people she meets. It is often a trait she tries to hide, as she does not like people fawning over her work or critiquing her skill. She is quite private in that respect, as well as in her private life. Once loving to be the center of attention, Gene is now quite reserved. In her past, she learned that being in the spotlight had its consequences, both good and bad, and it often got her into a lot of moral trouble. Right now, Gene would rather focus on her life herself instead of letting others into it.
Sample RP: this is from a thread I had posted back when I was a member of this site.
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Post by Tinsley Rolland on Dec 13, 2012 12:18:00 GMT -5
First Name: Tinsley (she prefers to be called Tinsel but Tinsley is okay as well) Last Name: Rolland Age: fifteen Appearance:History:Tinsley was born on December 8. She was born to a weathly half-veela wizard family. Tinsley grew up as a very happy and cheerful girl. She lived a happy childhood with her older brother Axel and her younger sister Belle but that was until her brother set her butt on fire then there was a tension between them. After having been mad at her brother for so long she finally forgave him and went on with her life. One day in the middle of the night her house was set on fire. Her parents had ran to save her and her brothers and sisters but her parents had died. She and her brother and sister were taken to her mothers friends house. Their friend did not really like them so she had treated them as slaves. After that experience the three of them had ran away and lived in a dark alley for three months stealing some food from stores while no one looked. One day while searching for some food they all got letters from Beauxbatons. They were all happy to finally get out of their miserable life. Personality:Tinsley is very shy, but has never had trouble making friends. Maybe it was because she always appeared as a stereotypical "nice" person. She has never been scared to pick up a bug and shove it into someone's bookbag as an act of revenge. She may appear sweet on the outside, but it's simply a facade. She sits back, analyzing the situation while gathering information from the shadows. She's someone you might not want to be a friend, but definantly not as an enemy. Sample RP:Tinsley smiled at him. "Well most don't like me they say i make things awkward, weird, or people tend to make fun of me or run away from me for being so odd and different but i guess you are right about the world being a boring place with us odd people." she said smiling at him. It was the first time someone had ever said something good about her. "You know you are the first person not to insult me of my weirdness and my shyness and you are quite easy to talk to" she said to the boy. She was shivering while she was standing there without the body warmth of her brother and little sister. She wished to go back to the alley but that was not something she could do. She had to find food but what was she doing? She was standing there talking to a stranger. She looked around her brother and sister nowhere in sight. She sighed and she looked up as the boy asked her something. She thought for a moment thinking how this boy was so odd like he knew so much about her and her life. "You seen me around by any chance you know since you seem to know lots about what i do" she said to the boy. The boy shrugged and spoke again this time she did not understand anything the boy had spoken of. "Excuse me?" she asked turning her attention back to the boy but he was already gone. You need to have at least 3 paragraphs of role-play!
Tough choice... but I think ROUERIE will suit you well!
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Post by Mirabelle Monet on Dec 14, 2012 15:17:01 GMT -5
First Name: Mirabelle Last Name: Monet Age: 16 Appearance:  History: Mirabelle doesn’t know who her real parents are or if they are even still alive. All she knew was that they gave her up for adoption through an orphanage in Paris that dealt with wizards and witches. She that her father was a wizard and her mother was a veela and they didn’t want her because they were young with so many plans that a child would ruin those plans. So for 10 years she called the orphanage her home or what she thought was home, though the orphanage was the last thing a home should be. From the kids being slaves, to the lack of food they were given, and not to mention the poor hygiene and lack of good clothes. On Mirabelle’s 10th birthday, a nice family came through the orphanage looking to adopt at first they thought that they wanted one of the little ones. Everyone wanted a baby or toddler, not the older kids, but when they spotted Mirabelle in the kitchen cleaning the pots and pans. They instantly felt a connection to her and knew that she was the one that they wanted. When they told the person in charge that, they went back to her office where she explained the little information they had on her. When they heard that she was half veela, it was a little shock but they wanted her. So that day they adopted her making her a Monet and taking her home. Her new family is everything she hoped they would be and more. She has an older brother, Ryder, who is the definition of over protective when it came to his little sister. As well as mom and dad who love her and her brother for how they are and not forcing Mirabelle to be anything other than herself. Living in a nice house in the country with no one around for mile, so they didn’t have to worry about what the neighbors thought of them. Her family was a pureblood family; Mirabelle was mixed blood (half witch/half veela), so having neighbors to worry about wouldn’t be good for the Monet’s Personality: Mirabelle is known to be loud, outgoing, free spirited, and doesn’t care what people other than her family think about her. Though she seems self-confident, she like any normal teenage girl has her insecurities about herself, but doesn’t let it rule her life. She won’t approach you in a big crowd and start a conversation, but she won’t sit in the corner by herself. Music and quidditch are her outlets, they let her lose herself in what she is doing giving her a clear head to think. Though when it comes to her music she won’t let you hear what she up to. Sample RP: It was like any normal day in the quiet countryside of Paris. So quiet that the only thing that could be heard was the bird chirping at each other, the wind brushing the leaves on the tree around, and the occasional car driving by on their way home or in to town. That was the nice thing about living in the country, no one lived around and the nearest town was about a mile or so away. So they had so much space to themselves and that worked out well with for the Monet’s. Ryder and Mirabelle were in the back playing in the makeshift quidditch field there dad built for them. The field was covered by a circle of trees that had grown so big, you couldn’t see in it or when they were on their brooms. However, there mom was still worried that someone would see them anyway so they were only allowed 15 feet in the air. They dealt with it and since it was just the two of them they really didn’t need to go that high. They used the quaffle would take turns trying to throw it into one of the rings while the other block. Just as the sun was getting ready to disappear over the horizon, taking the little bit of light that were using, there mom can out. “Mira, come down here! You got a letter!” she yelled as she ran through the trees with her husband behind her. Ryder and Mirabelle looked at each other for a second and then slowly started to descend to the ground in front of their parents. “What’s wrong is everything okay?” Mirabelle asked concerned. Her mother was trying to catch her breath while trying to talk at the same time and that didn’t go well. “What your mother is trying to say is that an owl just delivered this letter for you,” her dad explained while holding out the letter to Mirabelle. Mirabelle hesitantly took it from him and looked around at everyone who were wearing knowing smile that didn’t seem to make her feel better. Her hand started to shake as she opened it and didn’t stop as she pulled out the letter. Reading the letter out loud to her family, “Dear Mirabelle Monet, We are pleased to inform that you have an open spot for you at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. We would be grateful if you would accept our invitation and would like you response sent immediately with your answer. If you choose to attend we will send you a list of items that are required for first years. Hope to see you soon.” 5 seconds later everyone was screaming and jumping up and down, slowly a smile started to stretch across her face.
Could you elaborate a little more on her family life and personality (ie. Was her adoptive family aware of magic, were they pure bloods, muggle borns, etc? or did they not know that Mirabelle was a Veela, etc as well). Everything else looks great to me!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 14:58:17 GMT -5
First Name: Elizabeth
Last Name: Delacroix
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
History: It is not known when or where Elizabeth was born. She was found in a valley of flowers by a group of nuns. The only thing that was found with her was a blanket to protect her from the cold, a jeweled black necklace, and a note asking to care for her. The note explained that the necklace will be her way of her mother recognizing her if they found each other. The Reverend Mother took her necklace from her since she dis not believe in extravagance. She was taken in and given the name, Elizabeth Adelaide Delacroix. They came from an abbey who still kept the old beliefs that magic was evil and anyone caught doing it would be shunned. From then, Elizabeth began a strict life. Every morning, she was to wake up early and do her chores then to the church to pray. Luckily for her, she was a late bloomer at magic. At the age of five, she showed signs. At first the Reverend Mother did not see it but it became more frequently that Elizabeth used magic. The Reverend Mother ordered everyone to never speak a word to Elizabeth again. The Mother confined her to her room.
One of the kind Sisters took her out of her room and placed her among a band of travelers who she found were able to use magic. Sister Juliette, the nun who rescued her took her necklace and gave it back to her. Ever since then, she has worn her necklace. The travelers taught everything Elizabeth needed to know about magic and performing. Elizabeth found her home among these performers. She quickly fell into the role of the storyteller and singer. In every town that they passed, she always went to the library to find her next story to tell. She also went in hopes to find the mysteries of her odd talents.
Her voice was known for it's melodic and hypnotic tone. People seemed to fall into a trance when they heard her sing. Her companions were puzzled over why the people fell under a spell when she sang. The answer was soon found. One day, Elizabeth decided to take a swim in the lake in the village they were staying at. Her legs suddenly merged together and formed a tail. She had mermaid blood. This explained why her voice easily enchanted a person when she sang. Though it did not explain her ability to use wandless magic and why flowers bloomed every time she walked passed. The group of performers traveled to more magically populated places to find the answer. Elizabeth still kept the nun who aided her in her escape in mind and honored her by keeping the religion. During her many travels, she was praying in a valley when a bird landed nearby with a letter in its mouth. She took the letter and read it to find that it was one from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. They were asking her to attend. Her companions encouraged her to go for she might find the answers to her questions there.
Personality: Elizabeth is a highly intelligent girl who didn't have much of a chance to get an in-depth knowledge on magic. She was taught mostly the basics and such. She loves to read and along the years, she read more for information when she found her strange talents. Even after performing many times, she is still shy and is rarely found talking to anyone but those she knows. Elizabeth has a rather motherly nature and loves children. When she told her stories, children were her favorite audience. They needed a story with happy endings was what she believed. She's quite a curious girl. Even when she traveled around France, that is still not enough to quench her thirst for knowledge. Her curiosity is also a flaw and causes her to go where she shouldn't. She also has a habit of jumping to conclusions. Many people rarely notices her observant nature. Changes rarely go unnoticed by her. Elizabeth is a good person to go to for advice. She's been told that she is wise.
Sample RP: Elizabeth walked along the valley. A light shawl was the only thing that protected her from the cold winter air. She was to go to the school of Beauxbatons the next day. She knew she shouldn't be wandering around when she should be getting some rest. She just needed some time to think. Finally, she found a place to sit. She picked up one of the closed flowers around her and held it up to the moonlight. It began blooming. The blossom unveiled it's beautiful pink petals to her.
Why was it that this happened? She knew being part-mermaid had nothing to do with this. Maybe, going to Beauxbatons was a good thing. She might be able to find her answer there. She laid down on the soft grass and looked up at the moon. It's bright light beamed down upon her. Elizabeth began humming a song that she heard once. She can't remember where she heard it but she knew it was before her traveling days began. Most likely it was not sung by one of the nuns. They did not participate in such activities.
Perhaps it was her mother's voice that sang to her the sweet song. Elizabeth wondered where her mother was. So many questions swarmed through her head. She hoped that at least some would reveal themselves to her. The sweet scent of the flowers drifted around her. They were all blooming now. The enticing aroma of the blossoms were making her a bit drowsy. She decided that she should head back to camp now. She staggered to her feet. Her drowsiness put her off balance. She walked back to the camp, guided by the light of the moon.
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Post by jethro andropolis on Dec 18, 2012 20:12:10 GMT -5
First Name: Chrysander
Last Name: Barberis
Age: sixteen
Appearance:
History: Being the youngest, Chrysander never really held a bond with any of his siblings like his older brothers had with each other. They were fond of Chrysander, but he was the fifth child and Chrysander was often forgotten. Atlas and Otis always did everything together and Sofia and Sonya always did everything together. Chrysander often went off on his own and did his own thing. He grew very independent and Chrysander was just fine with it. Chrysander could remember when his dad lost his job and they had to move to France of all places. Nobody lived in France that the Barberis's knew, but Chrysander figured his parents knew what they were doing. Atlas and Otis went off to school in France and once Atlas dropped out to go see the world, Otis stayed while Chrysander, the twins and his parents moved back to Greece. Chrysander liked it in France though once they left. It was so new and so...foreign. Chrysander loved reading books about other places and wasn't so attached to home as his sisters and Otis were. Chrysander secretly envied Atlas for being able to go where ever he wanted.
As he watched Sofia go off to Beauxbatons with Otis, Chrysander was then forced to get along with Sonya. Sonya was never the nicest and Chrysander made sure to never get on her bad side. Sofia ended up coming back though, unable to be away from her twin sister for too long. Chrysander always just rolled his eyes at that phase Sofia had. Not everybody had the will to be away from home. Chrysander did though and when he finally did get his chance, Chrysander was jumping for joy on the inside, but calmly said "Sure, if you can afford it."
And they could now that Otis had graduated from Beauxbatons and moved to England to be part of the Wizengamot. Hogwarts was his first choice, but Hogwarts was much more farther away from home and even though Chrysander said all his parents had to do was Apparate and Chrysander would just board a train. His parents weren't the brightest and Chrysander figured Beauxbatons couldn't be too bad if Otis had went and changed for the better. Chrysander could remember Otis as a shy boy like Chrysander is. Chrysander was finally getting his wish ever since he first found out he could perform magic when he was five.
Personality: Chrysander - usually goes by Andy because his name is a mouth-full - is very independent. He likes doing everything himself and doesn't rely on anybody else. It's a weird concept to have group projects or get help from other people. If Andy doesn't get something, he figures it out until he knows what he's learning or talking about. His determination and motivation are very high for a teenage boy, but that's because he doesn't have any distractions. He's got social anxiety because he's never been a social person so interacting with other people gives him anxiety. Andy is a wallflower.
He's easily corruptible. He wants to be accepted, but at the same time he just doesn't want people to bother him. He'd rather live in what Andy knows than be daring and talk to people. He's not accustom to change and he almost fears it in a way since change has always been considered a bad thing. He knows when people are being sarcastic, but too sarcastic goes right over his head. Andy has been bullied by his sisters and other neighborhood kids so Andy doesn't see people as nice. He won't trust you until you've hung around Andy for a long time and have been nice to him. If you hear him speak, consider it a rare occurrence. It goes with social anxiety along with his stutters when he does speak. He often mutters to himself, but that's when he knows he's alone which is most of the time.
Sample RP: He was finally getting out of Greece. He loved his hometown, but Chrysander really needed a new scene to start over with. Everybody he knew back home thought he was a mute and laughed at him when he talked to himself or when he stuttered when talking to people. All those people were going to regret that once Chrysander found his way to whatever he was searching for. Right now it was just a new start so he could get rid of his terrible social skills. Who was he kidding, he didn't have any skills in being social.
Chrysander held a book to his chest the entire way to France and when he got dressed in a plain uniform, Chrysander began to grow very nervous. He would be sorted in front of many people and all eyes would on him. There would be no way of avoiding those prying eyes and Chrysander's hands began to shake. He needed a book to hold to stop his hands from shaking but all his books were packed away in his baggage which was somewhere in the castle..
He stood there at the entrance of their dining hall where they sorted some of the other kids, but with Chrysander's last name being at the beginning of the alphabet, he was one of the first to go up and have the cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes were wide and underneath the cloak, he let his hands freely shake and tried to calm himself down. His fretting was done though as soon as the house he was chosen to be put in was announced and Chysander felt a bit of relief, but only a little. The person holding the cloak had to push him slightly to get him moving and Chrysander could hear giggles from the crowd. He looked down at the ground and walked to the table clapping the loudest. At least he hoped that was the table he was supposed to go to.
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Post by giselle victorié mitchell on Dec 27, 2012 12:43:49 GMT -5
First Name: Giselle
Last Name: Mitchell
Age: seventeen
Appearance:
History:
Once upon a time in a land called Paris, the two most beautiful baby girls were born to a Muggle father and Veela mother. The twins were named Giselle Victoria and Gabriella Nicole. Victorie and James Mitchell, their parents, were stunned that their first children were twin girls and were frightened for what the future had in store for them. They were not rich by any means and struggled every day to find enough food to feed the two of them…now add two babies into the mix, and their stress levels skyrocketed. James began working two jobs while Victorie remained home and cared for her daughters. Giselle and Gabriella were the perfect babies: they were quiet, playful, and developed into beautiful teenagers 15 years later.
That was when things had begun to change. Giselle grew too independent of her family and began to fight with her twin on a regular basis. They used to be the best of friends, and now Giselle couldn’t wait to move out and begin a life away from her family, especially Gabriella. Gabriella was the smartest sister. Gabriella was the nicest sister. Gabriella was the one all the boys liked. Giselle wasn’t smart enough. Giselle dated around because no boy wanted to have a serious relationship with her. Giselle was too mean to have any realy friends.
As if some higher power had heard her wish, tragedy struck the Mitchell family. Giselle had opted to stay home one holiday while the rest of the Mitchells drove to a relative’s house. At about 9:47 am, Giselle received a call that her parents and twin sister had been killed in an accident upon impact. Giselle Victoria, at only 16, was an orphan. Mourning the loss of her family and best friend, Giselle was shipped off to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, her mother’s alma mater, in the hopes that she would have a better life than she would back in Paris. Without her parents and her twin sister, Giselle had no other choice. It was either Beauxbatons or her aunt in Monaco.
Personality:
Losing her family, especially her twin, really changed Giselle. She is a lot more easygoing than she was when she constantly had to compete with her sister for the attention of her parents and friends. She’s a lot more understanding of other people’s feelings because she had gone through so much at only 16. She is helpful in that, anyone who had experienced the loss of a loved one, could turn to her for help and she would listen and help them to cope.
Giselle is very playful and loves to have fun. That personality trait never changed. She hates to be sitting still and also has to be doing something, whether its teasing a friend, dancing around a room alone, or venturing into forbidden corridors to explore the school. She is also quite creative. Giselle can play three instruments: the guitar, the piano, and her voice. She writes her own songs and sings them as well. You can often find her in a quiet corner of her room just writing music and singing the lyrics she comes up with.
Sample RP:
Float down
Like autumn leaves…
Giselle smacked the top her notebook with her pen, a deep sigh escaping her lips. She had been sitting here working on this song for over an hour and still could not come up with more than the two verses she had written down. It had been this way lately. The raven-haired girl was having “writer’s block” as authors called it. She tossed her notebook to the side and stood up in her bedroom, placing her hands on her hips and looking up to he ceiling.
She missed them. She was unsure if words could even describe how much she missed them. Her mother, her father…her twin, Gabby. Why had she been so mean? Why hadn’t she gone with them? Not that it meant they would have been saved; she would just have died too and wouldn’t be in the situation she was in now. She was orphaned with no family, no friends, and stuck in this school with no one to share it with. Beauxbatons was magical…literally. Magic was around every corner and new things she had never seen before surrounded her every second of every day.
That was when Giselle got the idea. Perhaps her muse was outside the walls of this room. Perhaps she’d figure out the next few lyrics to her song outside, where the leaves really were falling down. The colors, the sounds, and cool, crisp breeze could all open her mind and give her the inspiration she needed. Giselle ran over to her closet, ripping her favorite white coat off its hanger and slipping it onto her thin frame. Today was the day she would explore the grounds and finish her song. Today was the day she was going to take advantage of this new life she had been given.
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Post by Gisella Marani on Dec 28, 2012 0:42:50 GMT -5
First name: Gisella
Last name: Marani
Age: 14
Appearance: Her startling blue eyes gazed intensely at the ornate mirror leaning on the wall of her bedroom. Turning in a slow pirouette, she critiqued herself. Black hair hung in ringlets cascading down her slim back, in stark contrast to her red frilly skirt and white blouse. She bent down to buckle her black heels into place and pausing to pinch her pale cheeks to give them a bit of color, she walked out the door.
History: Gisella had always been privileged child; growing up in a pure blood wizard family did have it's monetary advantages. Her family, the Marani's, in particular were quite rich and lavishly showered affection and gifts on their youngest daughter. When her magic did kick in, which was at the age of four, it was expected and was no cause to celebrate. She was often seen listening to her father tell of old tales of the knights and their brave deeds. Gisella often wished she had lived back then instead of being stuck in France and having to suffer through countless dinner parties and balls. A bit rebellious, she spent her childhood defying her parents and associating with muggles and wizarding riffraff. This caused quite a bit of concern to her parents and older sister. But when her letter from Beauxbatons arrived, she surprised her parents by wholeheartedly embracing their uppity ways and ditching her old friend in exchange for the snobby aristocrats of her class. A cunning and sly girl, she had a hard time opening up to her new found friends and would often go off by herself for long periods of time in which no one knew where she went or what she did.
Personality: Having always stuck to herself, Gisella is in the habit of not talking to people and can appear quite confidant and self-assure. But inside she is quite insecure and struggles to live up to her parents standard despite her outward facade of a girl who knows everything and is ready to conquer the world
Sample RP: Gisella tripped daintily across the hall to her sister's bedroom. By all appearance she was just a pretty french getting ready for a waltz in the park. But in her hand she carried her wand; maple and phoenix feather. She pointed it at the locked door and with a silent spell it opened without a sound. Gisella stepped inside, being as quiet as she could. Here was her only chance to catch her otherwise "perfect" sister doing something her parents would be furious about. "Lumos," she whispered and the room was flooded with light. A smirk appeared on her face as the sudden light shone on the girl and boy who were entwined in heated kissing. They instantly stopped and stared at Gisella in shock.
"What are you doing here?" asked Mariette, Gisella's 17 year old sister. She was hurriedly putting her and the boy next to her to rights as Gisella stood there leering at her. "I can explain! Me and Demetri her were just having a bit of fun! Don't you do that every once in a while?"
"Yes, I do, but not when I'm supposedly out in the garden helping Grand-papa with the flowers," Gisella snapped back. "Now i shall she what Mamma has to say about this!" And before Marietta could answer back she had stomped back out the door and down the stairs.
Could you please elaborate on Gisella's history? Also is her name Gisella or Georgia?
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Post by Alexandrie Lebeau on Dec 31, 2012 5:22:55 GMT -5
First Name: Alexandrie
Last Name: Lebeau
Age: Seventeen
APPEARANCE! HISTORY !
The Ancestry of the Lebeau family originated with a veela falling in love with a witch. In which the name Lebeau, "the beautiful" came from. They also hold an ancestral lineage to Boden Sournois, in which their vanity grew. The Lebeau family has lived many generations in an estate near Versailles, France, having their taste of elegance and greed make their home magnificent. The Lebeau only crave three things, beauty, power, and wealth. Through deception and arrogance, they have done well in their investments and thus, have become a powerful wizarding family.
In Belgium, as are setting takes place, starts with two star-crossed lovers finding each other in the heat of a moonlight summer. Alexander Lebeau, fresh out of Beauxbaxtons and burning through his trust fund, found someone just like him. Annalise Laurent, a Native American beauty, was on a one-set mind of enjoying life, caught the eye of a Lebeau. Leaving his pureblood family behind, he followed her to her ancestral homeland like a puppy.
They married in the winter and when fall came, they had a son. A handsome son that they named, Alexandre Ferdinand Lebeau, but that wasn't enough for them.
They always wanted a daughter, so three years later, they had a lovely girl named Alexandrie Beatrice Lebeau.
It was the pressure of the high life of the Lebeau's that broke the family. With their great power came great responsibility. The young couple was made to come back to France at once, when Alexandrie was 4 years old. No longer were the days filled with love from her parents, but the cold hearts of her nannies and her grandparents. Every family member was put into different roles they had to carry out, no longer was love to be the factor that brought them happiness. Her father was sent to run the family's business, in which even Alexandrie has no idea what it is. Her mother, though from a proper wizarding family, was to be tolerated by the Lebeau's but never fully accepted. In which led to her potion abuse problems. Her older brother was a rebel and ran away from home in his teenage years back to his mother's family. In which, left young Alexandrie to be with her coldheartred grandparents and the numerous servants at her disposal. Proper etiquette lessons were a must, as well as lessons in being able to present the Lebeau name magnificently was injected into her daily life.
The day came when her letter from Beauxbaton Academy came, and it was to the Lebeau family that they present to society, the future heiress of the Lebeau's legacy and fortune. With her nose held up high, she can't wait to be better than anyone around her.
PERSONALITY !
Even with the somewhat distant love of her parents, her grandparents have held her to be a selfish and prideful being. She has a narcissistic complex that usually leads to her snobbish personality. Alexandrie loves the center of attention and will do anything to get what she wants. A manipulator by heart now, she could be an addict for dramatics. The suffering of others secretly pleases her. From a young age, she was able to get what ever she wanted, even though she is always wanting something that can't satisfy her. When she finds anything displeasing around her, she sets it on fire. A bad habit learned from her grandmother.
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Post by Gisella Marani on Jan 3, 2013 16:54:49 GMT -5
First name: Gisella
Last name: Marani
Age: 14
Appearance: Her startling blue eyes gazed intensely at the ornate mirror leaning on the wall of her bedroom. Turning in a slow pirouette, she critiqued herself. Black hair hung in ringlets cascading down her slim back, in stark contrast to her red frilly skirt and white blouse. She bent down to buckle her black heels into place and pausing to pinch her pale cheeks to give them a bit of color, she walked out the door.
History: Gisella had always been privileged child; growing up in a pure blood wizard family in the aristocratic section of france did have it's monetary advantages. Her family, the Marani's, in particular were quite rich and lavishly showered affection and gifts on their youngest daughter. When her magic did kick in, which was at the age of four, it was expected and was no cause to celebrate. She was often seen listening to her father tell of old tales of the knights and their brave deeds. Gisella often wished she had lived back then instead of being stuck in France and having to suffer through countless dinner parties and balls. A bit rebellious, she spent her childhood defying her parents and associating with muggles and wizarding riffraff. This caused quite a bit of concern to her parents and older sister. But when her letter from Beauxbatons arrived, she surprised her parents by wholeheartedly embracing their uppity ways and ditching her old friend in exchange for the snobby aristocrats of her class. A cunning and sly girl, she had a hard time opening up to her new found friends and would often go off by herself for long periods of time in which no one knew where she went or what she did.
Personality: Having always stuck to herself, Gisella is in the habit of not talking to people and can appear quite confidant and self-assure. But inside she is quite insecure and struggles to live up to her parents standard despite her outward facade of a girl who knows everything and is ready to conquer the world
Sample RP: Gisella tripped daintily across the hall to her sister's bedroom. By all appearance she was just a pretty french getting ready for a waltz in the park. But in her hand she carried her wand; maple and phoenix feather. She pointed it at the locked door and with a silent spell it opened without a sound. Gisella stepped inside, being as quiet as she could. Here was her only chance to catch her otherwise "perfect" sister doing something her parents would be furious about. "Lumos," she whispered and the room was flooded with light. A smirk appeared on her face as the sudden light shone on the girl and boy who were entwined in heated kissing. They instantly stopped and stared at Gisella in shock.
"What are you doing here?" asked Mariette, Gisella's 17 year old sister. She was hurriedly putting her and the boy next to her to rights as Gisella stood there leering at her. "I can explain! Me and Demetri her were just having a bit of fun! Don't you do that every once in a while?"
"Yes, I do, but not when I'm supposedly out in the garden helping Grand-papa with the flowers," Gisella snapped back. "Now i shall she what Mamma has to say about this!" And before Marietta could answer back she had stomped back out the door and down the stairs.
In the future, please be aware of our 3-paragraph minimum per post. However, I believe Gisella will be well suited for Rouerie!
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Post by Rivers Eisler on Jan 7, 2013 18:22:05 GMT -5
First Name: Rivers Last Name: Eisler Age: 16 Appearance:  History: River always lived a rough life, living in the poorest places of France and having to survive off of the bare minimums. He's been moved around a lot, living with his godmother, her having many job offers in the past. His parents met in Beauxbatons when they fell in love and had Rivers. Though when he was born his mother passed away leaving him with his father who abandoned him to River's godmother. She happened to gather up what they had and make a living for them both now living happily. River himself was always interested in the magical things his godmother had told him about, her being a very fine well educated witch, but the boy was too much of a handful to actually teach him right. He prefers to be alone thinking of what could be and what could have been. If his life would have changed if he was living with both his parents. But his godmother treated him well, though his life could get boring, doing the same things over and over again and not getting too attached to one place since they could pick up and move at any moment. Personality: River Eisler has always been a curious child, and young adult. But the boy craved mischief and magic and was absolutely ecstatic when he first got his letter. Though he does have trust issues and trouble making friends having so many people leaving and lying to him in his life. The boy has been through a lot and doesn't care what people think of him by now. He doesn't set on planning in the future seeing the future as a giant black hole and having thoughts put into planning it was a waste of time. So he chooses to live his life in the present and doing anything he can to make it worth something. The boy is at times very rude and doesn't care of others opinions. Though if needed he does take some sympathy when it comes to people in need, having lived to that low part of life. He strives to achieve great things and takes failure extremely hard. River moves on easily and doesn't like to cling to things that he thinks aren't important to him. Sample RP: Sitting at the dinning table, just the two of them, the boy stared at his godmother a pout set on his childish face. He had gotten in trouble again, and now he had to face the consequences. Stealing was never something okay with the older woman, but he didn't care. River could do what he wanted. She didn't entirely own him and she knew that too. Tossing around the leafy dinner salad that was set in front of him for him to eat he snorted as she went on in the lecture. It was the same every time, he could probably recite it himself if he was in the mood. But not tonight. He still got nightmares of the old life he lived, what they did there. He could practically feel the dirt streets and hunger crawling in his mind. Like it was alive and well, ready to get him at any possible turn. "I don't want to eat." The boy got out cutting her off from her speech. Sighing the woman blinked at him and shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you anymore River..." The boy shrugged and stood up earning a death glare from his godmother, making a hesitant look for the door the boy turned his back on her. "I'll finish this tree salad later...I won't do it again promise." A cat like grin stood on his face as he let the lies roll off his tongue easily. An evil glint in his eye. "Goodnight, Godmum." Stretching out his arms, the boy yawned and stepped out of the room, making his way to the door. "You're not going out Rivers!" Darn, she knew him too well. Huffing he sauntered into his room and flopping on to his bed. Tomorrow then. He'll have to return the fine piece of art work that sat by his window. A stolen piece of art. Before you can be sorted, please update your display name to match that of your character.
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CRESS AZUMA
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Post by CRESS AZUMA on Jan 8, 2013 16:03:04 GMT -5
First Name:
Alexei Fédor
Last Name:
Romanov
Age:
Seventeen
Appearance:
History:
The tale began when a royal elf went to seek the help of Baba Yaga, a legendary demon-witch who was told to be able to make anything come true, but also takes high prices for anything she's asked for. It was also told that she eats little children for dinner. He knew it wasn’t a good idea at all to seek her help, but there were no other options left. His wife, a royal elf as well, was dying and they could find no cure for this. The royal elf man decided to take the risk to seek the help of Baba Yaga, even if there would be a high price to pay for it.
Young Kafel, an elven king, travelled to the very north of Siberia as he had heard that Baba Yaga lived in there. After days of searching he and his party of great elven knights found a small hut in the middle of dark forest, filled with swamps, and although the knights still told him not to go Kafel was desperate and entered the hut, meeting eye to eye with the legendary Baba Yaga. Some hadn’t even been sure if she existed. Well, there she was, hood covering her face, making her potions as usual and finally said “You’re here. I expected you days ago.” The king was surprised that she knew, but in the end he shouldn’t be; she was one of the greatest demon-witches after all, if not the greatest even. He didn’t ask how she knew, but introduced himself and explained his business in a hurry and at the same time starting to doubt whether it really was a good idea at all to come there. “You are in the right place. But as you know everything has a price.” Baba Yaga watched as the potion she was making turned from black to as clear as water before pouring it carefully in a small bottle and then wrapping the bottle inside a dark red cloth. “I want a son. You’re to be back in here in two months and conceive me with a child. A child that won’t know you even exist. Then you may live happily ever after with your own little family.” Baba Yaga lifted her head, so that the hood fell back and looked directly into the eyes of the elven king who stared back at her quite shocked; she was the ugliest thing he had ever seen with a big round nose and face full of warts, eyes darker than the night, but hair long, even below his waist, and pure white. He knew she was possibly older than even any elf he knew, but he had expected that she would have made herself look beautiful with all of her spells and potions. But no. Maybe there was no such spell or potion. “If you do not return, be warned; I’ll put your wife back under the ground and send her soul to the deepest level of hell where she’ll go insane and never be the same again. I will destroy your whole family and even you. Do not cross me. If you take this bottle the deal is sealed.” Then she offered him the bottle which he took after a moment of hesitation, bowed and thanked her before rushing outside over to his knights. Baba Yaga came over to the door, hood covering her face again and said, “Your wife will be already dead when you arrive, but that will bring her back to life and she’ll be healthier than she has ever been. Don’t forget your promise.” She could hear the poor man gulp before nodding, heading back to home in a hurry with his knights and wondering what kind of promise he actually ended up making.
Indeed Kafel’s wife Tiadre had died when he arrived, but none the less he opened her mouth and poured the liquid inside her which brought her back to life, just like Baba Yaga had said. He couldn’t have been happier and he almost ended up forgetting his promise. Kafael told the queen that he needed to make an important trip to Siberia, but he didn’t mention Baba Yaga to her. He told her knights to never tell about anything that happened, but just that she miraculously healed. So he travelled back to Baba Yaga’s hut, alone, and this time stood in front of the door for quite a long moment before knocking on it and pushing it open. The hooded woman stood there quietly before removing her hood completely, still having a long white hair, but her appearance had changed otherwise; she looked young and beautiful with perfect shaped lips and light brown eyes. Kafel was too stunned to speak at first, but Baba Yaga reminded him of the deal; he wasn’t allowed to search for the child and he should forget him as well as her. He wasn’t allowed to come seek her help for second time. To this he agreed, stayed over the night and the next morning he left. After nine months a baby boy was born.
Baba Yaga named him Rywun in elven language, but in Russian he would be known as Dimitri Romanov (the elven king had been Alexander Romanov). She didn’t wear any disguises, but was herself when around the boy, so that he would always learn to recognize him and wouldn’t find a single person ugly. Young Dimitri did often ask why he looked so much different from her, but she would only say that she was just older. Never did she tell him anything about him being partly a royal elf and never did the elven king come to seek for him either. At times Baba Yaga took Rywun to a Russian town which was more south from their home, so that he could meet other people too and learn their ways in case if she would ever need him to do something for her. She didn’t quite see him as a son, but rather an asset, but would always act like a normal mother around him. Er, pretty much normal.
One day she did decide to send Dimitri/Rywun to do some business and buy some things for her in the town when she had other things to do herself. This was a bad decision, because something happened that she had not foreseen; he fell in love. Dimitri met a young elven woman named Clarah (common folks in Russia knew her by the name Anastasia) who made him completely forget why he even went to the town. Late at night he came back home and Baba Yaga asked why he was late and where were the things she asked him to bring her, but he just answered that he was feeling tired and sick and went to bed. For over a month this kept going, because he would go to the town to go on dates with Clarah. The two became close fast and while Rywun thought that Baba Yaga had no idea was going on, she actually knew everything. Months later Baba Yaga found out that Clarah had gotten pregnant too which is why she asked Rywun to bring her over and introduce them to each other. Rywun was hesitant and when Baba Yaga asked for an explanation he finally revealed that he didn’t want Clarah to meet Baba Yaga at all, because she would probably be startled by the way his mother looks. This didn’t hurt Baba Yaga at all, because she had been expecting it. She had a plan. She told him that when the child was born he had to bring Clarah and the baby over and that she would make sure she looked younger and more beautiful, so that the elven woman wouldn’t have to be afraid of her. This pleased him and he agreed with this.
Once the baby was born Rywun brought Clarah over to their small hut and the whole place really did startle her at first, but once she saw Baba Yaga, looking young, beautiful, and motherly and loving, she felt more relaxed again and introduced herself and the baby. Both Rywun and Clarah were delighted about how well everything went and they even told Baba Yaga about their wish to marry. Baba Yaga smiled, nodded a few times before turning into her real self and startling Clarah so that she fainted and that of course caused Rywun to go mad. He screamed and yelled, but Baba Yaga just hushed the baby and sang a lullaby to it. She had brought Rywun’s old cradle back and so she placed the small boy in it before turning to look at her son who right away stopped yelling then realizing that things wouldn’t end up well. With the wave of her hand he collapsed on the floor and as for Clarah, she just simple walked over to her and touched her forehead and she stopped breathing. The baby boy cried for a couple of days until he was numb and forgotten all the pain. Although he was just a baby, he was special, and deep inside himself he had felt the loss of his parents.
Baba Yaga decided that she would raise her grandchild differently. She named him Alexei Fédor Romanov and in elven language he would be called Zyrah. She tried to hide most of her work from him, but at times when he was a child he would wake up in the middle of the night and hear her mumble spells in different languages, practice dark magic and accept visitors who came to ask for her help and from whom she took something as well. At times she would right away send the visitor to his or her death if the person had nothing valuable enough to offer to her. Most really did die actually as they offered her money which wasn’t what she wanted, and Alexei witnessed many of these deaths. Still, although terrified at most of the time, he didn’t find that his grandmother was doing anything wrong. He trusted in him. He had learned to live this way.
Alexei was obviously homeschooled and because there was nothing much to do (there were no neighbors around, of course, and he would have to travel a few days before seeing a single person around) he would most of the time just study spells and potions or about history of the muggles or even witches and wizards. At times Baba Yaga would give him lessons about positions and spells among other things, but most of the time he was self taught by books that he harvested every time they went to the town. She didn’t not take him as often to the town as she had taken Dimitri though and she swore she wouldn’t send Alexei there alone, even though part of her trusted in him and noticed that unlike Dimitri, Alexei really did care for her, trusted her and wished to please her in any way he could. Every time they went to the town she also made him wear a hood (and she herself of course disguised herself to look a lot younger), so that no one could see his face and said that he was never allowed to take it off when other people were around. He wasn’t allowed to look at or talk to strangers either; otherwise he would be grounded which meant she would take away all of his books, parchments, quills, ink, brushes and paints and not let him go to the town with her for a few years.
Just like Baba Yaga and the elves Alexei also aged slowly. He was growing up to be quite a smart young man who cared deeply about his grandmother and was willing to do anything for her. He was quite the sweetheart actually which she hadn’t expected at all, but thought that perhaps it was a good thing in the end. His loyalty was with her. For this reason Baba Yaga decided to soften a bit and trust him as well and she told him many things like what was the one and only way to kill her. Alexei hadn’t wanted to know this, but that just made her want to tell him more, knowing that she could trust it to him. She also revealed some information about his father and mother as well as grandfather, though not all that much as he noticed how curious he got by just mentioning their names. She did mention his parents dying, but did not tell him how or when it happened. He didn’t ask much about his parents actually, but was more concerned about her. She had noticed this. Once he had asked why she didn’t always make herself look young and like all the other people to which she replied back with a question about why she should do so and whether he liked her appearance the way she was or not. He replied without any hesitations “No, you’re perfect the way you are and I feel more comfortable this way. I was just wondering if you’re happy and comfortable, because you change your appearance whenever around strangers.” This kind of answer she had not been expecting at all and it warmed her heart a bit; he was so much unlike his father. Perhaps he had a too good heart. Baba Yaga was worried about this, because she actually had wished him to become more like her and take over her legacy. Still, although she could have never believed it herself, she had a soft spot for him now and actually wanted him to have the kind of life he wanted. She would allow herself to only be kind towards him, but in return would be even stricter to those who would seek her help or who had betrayed her.
After giving it a lot of thought Baba Yaga decided to send her grandson to a proper school to learn more about magic, so that he could reach his full potential. After being home schooled for 119 years (looks like 17 in human age) he had learned not only Russian, but English, French, Finnish and Elven. She did not want him to go to a Russian school, because he often spoke before thinking, so there was a higher possibility he would tell who his grandmother was and as Russians very well knew who Baba Yaga was… well, that wouldn’t end up well at all. She hoped that in France she wasn’t that known (anymore anyway), so she decided to let him go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Needless to say he was ecstatic as well as worried and sad about this. He cares a lot for his grandmother, but also wants to see the world. This was something he had always dreamed of. Baba Yaga told him that he should never fall in love, but that he was allowed to date like a normal student and be normal in every possible way, so that it wouldn’t be found out that he’s different. She also said that he should be reckless and always think things through properly. To these he agreed, not even knowing what love exactly was (except loving his grandmother). So he left to Beauxbatons Academy, feeling slightly melancholic, but still excited of the new adventures to come.
Personality:
Dreamer
What does he do during most of the day? Daydream. At times it disturbs his concentration, because his thoughts drift easily. He might dream about drawings that he wants to draw, stories he wants to write or about places that he wants to go to.
Fiercly Loyal & Overly Protective
For those he cares about he would do anything at all, even die. If his grandmother would tell him to jump into a well he would do that IF it helped her in some way. Also, if someone offends anyone close to him he will get upset and stand up for them. He might even stand up for strangers if he sees that someone’s getting hurt. He will do everything in his power to protect those close to him.
Total Sweetheart
He’s got a very kind and a soft heart, and he’s especially fond of all kinds of animals. He loves nature. If you are feeling down he will try his best to cheer you up, although he might not always be very good at it. But he will try, that’s what’s important, isn’t it?
Socially Awkward
As he hasn’t really talked to anyone except his grandmother he’s not very good with talking to strangers. He might be a bit awkward first and also say… well, awkward things without meaning to.
Naïve
Also, because he hasn’t really gotten to know anyone except his grandmother whom he trusts with his whole heart he will most likely believe anyone no matter how silly something would sound. He doesn’t know much about world (although he has read quite a few books), so if you for example tell him that there’s a monster behind him he will probably believe it and run away. If you do something bad, but tell him that you won’t do it again he will trust in you and believe it… even if you didn’t mean it at all. He won’t question you.
Sensitive
He’s quite sensitive and it’s easy to make him feel hurt. He doesn’t cry in front of people or anything like that, but if you for example say hurtful things to him he will take it to his heart, remember them for a long time and think about your words for quite awhile. If he hears some kind of really bad news he possibly will cry, though only when being alone. Do not upset him. Baba Yaga won’t be happy if she finds out.
Sample RP:
Leaving the extremely cold and snowy Siberia really did feel odd to say the least. Traveling to Moscow (the capital of Russia from where his train left towards France) hadn’t felt all that odd, because it was winter and obviously cold in there too, but the more south the train took him the less snow he saw. It was weird and even when the train made short stops to other stations on the way, and there were snow, it still felt like it was already spring. Would it feel like summer to him in France? Would there even be any snow? It made him wonder if he had too many clothes on right now, because in Siberia it had been less than -40°C degrees when he had left from home. He had gotten pretty used to the coldness, but of course he would stay inside if it got too freezing, except now he had been forced to go out, because he needed to get to the train in time.
While still traveling through Russia the train was only filled with Russians, obviously, but the closer they got of France the more stops the train made in various stations and this also meant that there were a lot more foreigners now. This fascinated him as in the north Siberia he really had only ran into Russians and rarely even to them. No one really enjoyed travelling so nearby to the North Pole which why his grandmother liked it there; she wanted quiet, peaceful surroundings and didn’t want to be easily found. During his travel he would smile to himself as he listened the foreign people speak in languages that he did not understand. To him it was amazing, because he hadn’t heard any other languages other than Russian and a little bit of those languages that he had learned. At times people with different skin tone would enter the train and he would accidentally stare at them for way too long, making them feel very uncomfortable, until he realized that it probably wasn’t appropriate to act like that. Awkward. Terribly awkward. Forcefully he tried to look away from them, but at some point he noticed that he was staring at them again, because… well they were amazing and beautiful! He had only seen people with different skin tone from his in the books that he had. This truly would be an extraordinary adventure to him and he would be able to learn so many new things about this amazing world. Again he would smile happily while staring at the foreign people without even realizing it himself at all.
At some point he had fallen asleep, but luckily he woke up when a lady came to inform that they had arrived in France and would soon make a quick stop at the nearby station of Beauxbatons Academy. Quickly he stood up and made sure that his trunk and luggage were with him before stepping out of his cart. It seemed that he was the only one leaving the train behind at this station and the rest would continue their travel to somewhere else. Maybe one day he could also travel somewhere else, but for now France (and more importantly Beauxbatons) would be more than enough for him.
When the train finally stopped he stepped out, checking once again that he really did have everything with him. His grandmother had told him to check carefully that he wouldn’t lose a thing and to watch out for thieves. Nothing seemed to be missing, so he turned to look towards the train once more to tell it goodbye while smiling slightly before turning away and leaving the train station behind. Being in school really would be a completely new experience for him that he would for sure enjoy. That’s what he hoped. Outside the station there was a carriage waiting for him and for a moment he hesitated, but in the end decided that he would let it take him away and at the same time he would leave his old life behind. He already did miss his grandmother a bit, but hoped that missing her would ease as time went by. The air really was different in France and although there was snow he was feeling a bit warm under all the clothes he was wearing. Or maybe it was just because he was feeling so incredibly nervous.
He's adorable. I think Cossu for him!
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