Sorting (Term Ten)

[mme. o. maxime]

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

Sorting Cloak



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

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

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

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

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

--Sorting Cloak Song by Bella Fiore

Important Links:
Beauxbatons Handbook
Required Items
House Histories
Site Rules

Reply to this thread to get sorted!

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

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

*I need at least one paragraph for History and Personality, no exceptions. Longer if one paragraph doesn't explain things well enough. You can either write a paragraph or post a pic for the appearance of your character. For the sample RP, we don't need an insanely long RP(but two to three paragraphs would be nice), just one 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.

[crazyvampire]

Name: Yofiel

Last Name: Corella

Age: 16

Blood: Pure-Blood [Part Vampire, but they call themselves pure-bloods]

Wand: 12'' inch, strand of veela hair, elm, cherry wood

Full Of: Greek

Apearance:

History: Yofiel was born January 29th, 1993. She was originally born in Grease by a beautiful mother named Marisol Corella and her handsom father named Jaydal Corella. They moved England once Yofiel turned 3and moved into a very large mansion.

Yofiel was a beautiful baby once she was born and had some amazing silvery blue eyes. She looks completely innocient but that is totally wrong.

Yofiel is such a handful, she gets into everything and anything she could find when she was younger. When she got to the age of nine she liked to play with baseball bats and swing them at her bodyguards that worked outside near the gate infront of the mansion.

Once she finally turned her twelve she had got her bellybutton pierced aswell as a bar in her right ear with dice at each end.

Her style can be either punk and bold or soft and girly. It all depends on the mood she's in.

Yofiel has had a very good family other than the fact that she has been brought up to detest muggles and half blood by her father, yet her mother told her to follow her heart.

Right on her thirteen birthday her mother past away from lung cancer, devistated and suddenly feeling alone she didn't know what to do. Thats why she started to act out even more.

Sadly, her father begn to beat her because she blaimed her for her mother's death. Not only that but she looked to much like her, making him remind him about her everytime he sa Yofiel's face.

Soon Yofiel learnt to defend herself the muggle way, by fists. She soon entered karate practices and gymnastics to be more flexable.

Who would ever think that such a beauty could not only be so cold in the heart but have such a terrible father also.

Personality: Yofiel is very cold in the heart and likes to day dream She is very foun of drawing and writing. She's never had true friends so basically acts like a girl version of Draco Malfoy.

She is an excellant fighter and gymnist, and can sing like a thousand angels with one harp.

Yofiel needs to learn how to be loved and how to love, someone needs to show her true friendship.

She also knows Greek since it is her home language and can speak english and french aswell.


Sample Roleplay: Yofiel glanced at the clock as it ticked away. Each time it ticked and ticked she just thought, once it hits 3:00 I have to hide.

Hide? You may ask why, yes.

From her 3:00 beating.

A tear stained her flawless, freckled face as she began to run. Opening the closet in the storge room she turned the light on and sat down, hugging her knees.

She sat in the dark and almost jumped in the air once she heart the front door of their large mansion open up. Since the house elves were so quiet she could almost hear anything when it's silent enough.

The patting of feet from above stung her so much that she felt like she was about to die from fear.

The door of the basement opened and she beagn to cry harder. She tried not to, she truely did but se couldn't help it.

Suddenly the door banged opend and there stood her father, looking all crazy.

"Hello daughter"

BTW. I am the same girl you said 'she needs more flaws' for term nine, so, here I am. Again lol, anyways. I hope this is a good one :)

Must be Sournois

[cleo2510]

First Name:
Elizebeth Avril(normally called by her second name Avril)

Last Name:
Banson

Age:
15

Appearance:
she looks like my sig or avatar but on special occasions she will have black shoulder height hair instead of blond or brown.

History:
Avril was born with no parents, she thought they must have ditched her, lost her, or her parents were killed. However she did have parents and not that far away either. As she spent most of her life in an orphanage, studying and reading most of the time, she had no money. She lived in an orphanage in the outskirts of London not knowing her family was in the exact same town as her. She would spend most of her days reading and having fun. At the age of eleven she got a letter asking to go to Hogwarts school for witch craft and wizardry. She went happily and was a very high achiever for her age. Her second year at hogwarts was much the same. But at her 3rd year of Hogwarts was when she started the hunt for her family. She resigned at about halfway through the year. She went town town searching for her at America she found a local reporter with the sure name Banson. She had rushed to her and found out all about her family she stayed with her newly identified sister for about 3 weeks before getting the address for her parents house and went to see them for the first time. She was a bit school sick after 3 months. But hr newly found parents would not here of it and had told her that any one of sisters would have thought this as a delightful treat. She had learned all about her mothers school Bauxbaons. Finding out the houses. She had desperately hoped that she would be in rouerie. As she was sporty and a high achiever. She had gotten a owl and a firebolt and also a house elf named Minty only a couple of days after her visit. She had finally been able to pursued her mother into letting her go to Bauxbatons for the last couple of days of school to see her sister.

1-5 YEARS OLD:
Lost parents
went to orphanage
found out she was a witch

6-10 YEARS OF AGE:
Learned to read and right
Lost a friend in a car accident
Got an enemy

10-15 YEARS OF AGE:
Went to Hogwarts
Went to Bauxbatons
Found her parents
Got an owl
Got an house elf
Met her sister

Blood:
Veela
Metamorthmagus
pure

Mom:Natasha(famous aura)
Dad: Earny (Famous quidditch player)

Personality:
Avril is a lovely kind girl. She not use her veela powers for evil but sometimes wish she wasn't one. She was very popular as she was a vella but she had no true friends. She hoped she would find at least one true friend at Bauxbatons. She was a sweet girl so many people would think she would be hurt easily. Thats why people who were jealous and hated her would pick on her. They would soon stop after she had threw a couple of jinxes at her except a couple who she loathed. They would never stop. She liked certain people pure bloods mainly sometimes half hardly ever mudbloods. She sometimes was a bit too mean to certain people. As her heart was actually breakable she would normally would not sleep the night and instead regret whatever she had said. She likes chocolate. Is talkative to the state of being overly annoying and is pretty outgoing. She does not like people insulting her her being nasty to her. She has no pity on people like that for all she cared they could die and she would laugh until she could hardly breath.

Sample RP:
She walked down the long corridors to the grythindor house room. Avril was going to resign her position as being a student at hogwarts in three weeks. She was miserable and happy at the same time. Her usually bright blond hair was a dull dark brown. She had had another A+ which would normally lighten her mood. But thinking about leaving her friends forever was nothing compared to what she felt now. She could have been insulted and she would only walk by instead of throwing a curse and the victim. She was hardly happy at all come to think of it. Sitting at the orphanage was much happier times. As she walked up to the seventh floor she could think of nothing but what it could be like leaving her friends. "Flibberty Gibbits" she said to the painting that swung open in front of her she sat down on one of the soft couches and fell to sleep instantly.

(the girl who hadnt had enought flaws from term nine)

[holden]

The Basic
Name: Holden James Masen
Date of Birth: 28th November, 1989
Age: Eighteen
Born: Quebec, Canada
Language: French (fluent), English (fluent)

The Other Half of Him
Blood: Muggle-born
Wand: 10” Dragon’s Heartstrings, Ashwood
Pets: None
Patronus: Unidentified at the moment
Animangi: Unidentified at the moment

Physical Appearance
Holden James Caulfield
Height: Six foot six
Weight: Unknown
Scars: When he was six years old Holden was bit in the face (right cheek) by a dobberman
Tattoos: On his left arm

The Caulfield Family:
Father: Jefferee Masen [Muggle, Photography]
Mother: Audrey Masen [Muggle, History teacher] (Deceased)
Siblings: None

Personality: Holden Masen always has a chip on his shoulder. He doesn't particularly like anyone in the world. He doesnt' believe in love or relationships. Finds everyone in the world (but himself) fake and phony. Holden finds himself out of reality by smoking and taking long walks. He has a short temper and can easily be set off. He doesn't trust anyone but himself.


Habits:
Smoking, getting up for no reason in a rush & walking


The Likes:
Cigarettes, musicals, coffee, dogs, books, long walks, winter (represents how he feels about the world (it’s cold)), jackets, tattoos


The Hates:
Phonies, fakes, movies, liars, giggly people, drugs, finds suicide for the weak, relationships (finds them fake)


History:

Holden was born on November 28th to Audrey & Jefferee Masen. At the age os two he levitated a book in his father’s office but they dismissed it as a haunting and moved out of the house. He grew up in Quebec, Canada till he was seven years old.

In his early years of his life Holden got into fights with the other kids in the neighborhood & school. At seven they moved to France when his father wanted to start his own photography studio. Holden became a loner after not really wanting friends since he was used to moving around in Canada.

Fights started again in the neighborhood & had to move to another town in France so he could go to another school. Made 2 friends in the new home but continued to stay home after really not liking to go outside and talk.

At 13 his mother, Audrey, died of brain cancer. Holden regrets the day she died (Valentine’s Day) because of his last words to his mother. At fourteen he moved again. Soon he found the world fake & the people in it. Began smoking at 15 as a way to get rid of stress.

In his sixeen to eighteen years breathing he started having trust issues with everyone. Bad smoking habit, practically chain smokes his lungs out. At eighteen showed new means of magic & received a letter from Durmstrang.


. Holden’s great-grandmother (Diana Rich) was a witch


Example of Role-Playing:

Holden Masen walked out of a dark alley way as he began acting like he came from behind there and not like he just popped up out of no where. That was one thing he particularly liked about being a wizard: apparating. It made the job easier than going by train or the Floo Network. To be honest he didn't like the Floo Network one bit. Never could really on the bloody transportation. Say something wrong and you might end up regreting where you wanted to go in the first place. Nasty stuff if you asked him.

He pulled out his infamous cigarette box and pulled out his last cigarette. Soon it was lit and in between his lips as he stuffed his lighter back into his pocket and the empty box into a near by trash can. Holden put his hand into his left pocket to put his hand near his wand just in case he just happened to need it. Usually he didn't need his wand but on some cases he didn't know how to live without it. Being a wizard had grown on him in the past odd eight years or so.

The eighteen year old wizard began walking as his gray eyes drifted everywhere. It was nice to go out by himself and just enjoy having some Holden James Masen time as he called it for the most part. Holden pulled out the cigarette and just held it by his side as he blew out the smoke. At times he wondered why he even started this unhealthy habit. But he always remembered the stress he felt after his mom dying and nicotine seemed like the best thing to do at the time.

Where to go to today. I've been down that way. Went down Fleet Street two weeks ago. Went to the pub over there a couple times. Went over there. There was always places to go and places to explore. If he was going to live somewhere he thought it would be best. Even though he had lived in London (Muggle) for a couple years of his life he had forgotten some of it by being in the wizarding London for too long.

Holden Masen licked his lips then stuck the cigarette back in his mouth. He stuck his right han into his pocket to fiddle with the lighter in it. Maybe I should have gone to get Peter. He's not a bad kid. Keep him from messing with Rachel all the time. Would give him something to do.

Soon he found himself near a lamp post. Holden leaned against it and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. The smoke came from his nose as his eyes stared at the ground. Where to go? Eyes darted near the end of the road. Could always visit another country. I would be back in time for supper.

I sure hope he knows that there is to be NO smoking on Campus.

Must be Sournois

[cheskadeveraux]

First Name: Francesca

Last Name: Devereux

Age: 15

Appearance:


History:
It all started summer of '92. It was nice and breezy, and a man with red hair paid a visit to a lake. At that same exact moment, a mermaid decided to surface and take a look around. Nothing exciting happened at the bottom of the lake... BAM! They fell in love. The man learned mermish, and they became inseparable. Until one day, the man’s mother became impatient with his foolishness. She told him that he could not marry a fish girl.

From then on they were separated forever. Needless to say, nine months later, out popped Francesca. This hadn’t been expected in the mermaid’s life, and the child was half human! It didn’t have a tail, although the baby was a good swimmer, it could not live without air.

The mermaid surfaced, and set the baby on shore. It was a nice spring day, and a man who lived close to the lake decided to go for a walk. In the distance he heard a baby wailing. As he followed the noise, he soon came upon a bundle of joy, wrapped in seaweed. It had flaming red hair, and light blue eyes. The man searched for her parents, but never found them. He made a life changing decision when he decided to keep her. He named her Francesca.

Now Francesca is leaving home and headed to Beauxbatons. After being raised by Jacques, her adoptive father, Francesca had developed strange abilities. Like she could swim for long periods of time, and not get tired. Plus, she could do magic! Her real parents must’ve been weirdo’s and apparently more of them were out there, for they had made schools for them.

Personality:

Although being raised by a caring old man, Cheska grew up to be quite different.

+ Guarded = Cheska tends to keep things bottled up. Her feelings are hers, and hers only. After being left by her real parents, she doesn't really trust people.

+ Manipulative = Cheska loves using clever ways to influence people into doing her dirty laundry. Not a day goes by, where she tries to use her powers to get what she wants. (NO, not magic!)

+ Feisty = Cheska tends to be wild and untameable. She likes to have fun, and cause trouble at times.

+ Tempermental = She also has a bit of anger issues. Do not get her pissed off. She tends to hold grudges and such.

+ Condescending = She also tends to behave towards other people in a way that shows that she considers herself socially or intellectually superior to them.

Sample RP:

*I got permission from Guy Leroy to use him in this RP*

There he was. Guy. The boy was seriously self absorbed. There she goes again, being a hypocrite. Cheska struted over to were the boy stood. "Hey, you." She said grinning. He smiled back. They had been best friends ever since they had had they're first little argument. It was a whole, my-wand-is-bigger-than-your-wand thing. Now that it was a distant memory, they laughed about it all the time. Till this day, Guy denied the fact that he had lost. She had the bigger wand.

She leaned against the wall, and they began talking. They talked about classes and home and such. They were pretty much Beauxbaton royalty, they were good looking and had nasty attitudes but the good looking part won everybody else over. Although everybody else thought they were going out, they were just friends. He was a gold digger, and she couldn't go out with a dim-wit. She was raised better than that.

She remembered the day they were going to get sorted. With a cloak. They had both met at the train, and had befriended each other. They followed the rest of the kids inside the school, and waited. A long list of people was read of, and they were sorted. Guy had such a care-free attitude, but Cheska had to admit she was a bit nervous. Guy's name had been called. He was sorted. She hoped to get in the same house as him.

(Is this long enough? I could go longer, just PM me if it needs to be! )

Must be Sournois

[bellemoon]

Name: Belle Moon

Age: 15

Personality:

You might think she’s the typical blonde with baby blue eyes, born into the most stereotyped family. The most popular and the most gorgeous girl in the school. Well, she’s not. I’m not saying Belle isn’t pretty and isn’t popular, but if you mistaken her for one of those ditzy blonde plastics than she’ll get in your face about it. She’s been called so many names by people that she won’t hesitate to retaliate. At certain points, she bound to call you names back or if you’re lucky she might just ignore you. Although if you mess with her close friends…well than you might wanna go look up some earlier funeral plans.

Her friends are the most important thing to her. Sure, it’s sounds cliché. But it’s true. They’ve always been there for her and her for them. No matter what. Whether it’s needing a person to listen to them or staying over at her house for a week or two. Some call her a social butterfly but she tries to deny it. Belle just likes to be friendly and talk to people. Another most important thing in her life is her studies. Working hard for exams and different homework assignments make her feel complete and satisfied with herself. Wanting a career so she can support her future lifestyle and family, she wants one of the best ones around.

So, you’ve heard her good qualities but not her bad ones. One of the negative traits about her would be the fact that she’s stubborn. So stubborn. Once she starts something, she has to complete it, no matter how sick of it she gets or if she even gets hurt in the process. Some may say it’s a good quality to have but others hate it. Saying she should give some stuff up but this only makes her more motivated to prove them wrong. She is very outgoing but if she likes someone she will get shy but her friends would bring her out of her shell no matter what.

Background:

Belle comes from a very rich half-blood family because her mother was a veela. She is an only child and loves occupying the center of attention from her parents. At 15 she was placed in diffcult seduation to live with her aunt, uncle and cousin Allira in Australia or move to France with her parents, in the end she choose France because she couldn't stand being away from her mother and because her hate for Allira is very, very strong.

When young she grew up with a lot of close friends at The Australian magic school but was forced to leave them behind when her parents explained to her that she was different and was going to Beauxbatons for the rest of her schooling.

Her father is into the pureblood purity which is abit wierd since he married a veela but not so much as a few families her parents are friends with. Belle knows that if she does indeed choose to marry a muggle, her parents would slowly accept the fact, as long as she was happy.

Appearance:


Belle cares about her appearance to an extent. With her mother being a model and her father being a very public figure in the Ministry, she was always presented as their successful daughter, and of course having to look her best to impress.

She enjoys dressing up at times, going all out for special occasions but she’s not scared to dress down when she wants. Walking around with shorts and a singlet on is something she does alot to remind her of her homeland Australia.

Sample RP:
What? was the only word going though her head, They were moving to France? "But why?" was all she could blurt out. She had good friends at her school and she didn't want to leave. Her father said she could stay but why would she want to without her parents here.

"I don't want to leave" She started "but i'm not living with Allira, I saw enough of her at school and I don't want to live with her." This was the hards deicion she had to make in her life but she had too. "Does that mean I'm going to Beauxbatons?" She asked and her father handed her a letter telling her she was going to Beauxbatons.

Well I will go and pack my things." She sighed and walked to her room, to her owl and write 5 quick letters saying the same thing:

I'm moving to France. I'm sorry but I wouldn't see you anytime soon.
Goodbye

Must be Rouerie

[romilly]

First Name: Romilly Electra

Last Name: Anstruther

Age: 15

Appearance: Romilly is tall and willowy, with pale skin and long wavy brown hair. She has greeny blue eyes, high cheek bones, and a small, elfin nose. She has quite small hands and feet, but long limbs. She looks quite athletic, and she nearly always has a smile on her face, whether it is happy, embarassed, cheeky, or wicked.


History:
Charles Anstruther was wild. A pureblood wizard, the world was his oyster and he intended to make good use of this. The handsome young man could always be found in the woods around his family's house with his friends, stretching the limits of their magic and generally having a good time.

On one of these occasions, a beautiful nymph named Calypso ran into the group of wizards. Charlie Anstruther invited her to stay with them that evening, and the next morning he had taken her up to the manor, and introduced her to his parents, who were, needless to say, none too pleased. Charlie and Calypso were married anyway, and she produced Theopholus, Henry, Oliver, Felix and Romilly.

Although she loved her husband dearly, nymphs don't belong in houses, nursing children and playing wife. After Romilly, the fifth child, was born, Calypso heeded the call of the woods, and took off under the cover of night. Charlie was devastated, and shut himself in his rooms, leaving his now motherless children in charge of the household .

For years, he could not bring himself to look at his daughter. His sons greatly resembled their Anstruther ancestors, but the girl was so like her mother that it was as if she had never left. Romilly's brothers were very protective of their sister, but in their minds they held on to the haunting thought that if she had not been born, their beautiful mother might have never left them.

Theo, Henry, Oliver and Felix had all gone to Hogwarts when they had turned eleven, leaving little Romilly at home with a grieving father and countless elves. She longed for the day when the owl would arrive to tell her that she too had a place at Hogwarts. It never came. It appeared that before Calypso had left, she had written to Hogwarts, telling them that her daughter would not require a place at their school, as she wished Romilly to attend Beauxbatons.

And so, come September, Romilly made her way to Beauxbatons, and has never looked back. Sometimes though, when she is alone in the forests around her house, or anywhere in the world, she feels protected by the trees surrounding her, and hears conforting words being whispered through the branches, almost like a mother.

Personality:
Romilly has always been what her grandmother called, 'a free spirit'; a result of the nymph blood running through her veins. She is bored easily, and is prone to fidgeting when made to be still for a long stretch of time. Romilly is also very cheeky, something which she used to get her own way, being the little darling of four big brothers, and she also knows what she wants, and doesn't acknowledge obstacles if she has her heart set on it. The girl is not a very good learner, but prefers to figure things out for heself. However, if she is interest in what is being taught, she has an astonishingly high level of concentration.

Growing up in a house full of men, without a mother's touch, Romilly is somewhat oblivious to female interaction. She is not very tactful or subtle, but she can plot and scheme like any other girl. Her pureblood nature sometimes shines through her wildness, and she can be calculating, arrogant, irresponsible and patronizing. She is difficult to befriend, but once she has decided a person is worthy of her time, then that person has a friend for life. Romilly usually only mixes with purebloods, or those with at least one pureblood relative, but she can sometimes be proved wrong about blood status.

Sample RP:
Romilly tiptoed past her father's room, as she knew how he hated to be disturbed. Holding her breath as she heard a rustle of papers and the squeak of a chair from behind the heavy oak door, she dashed away before she could be seen.

The rising sun gave the large manor a soft glow, as if the walls were emenating light themselves. It was early, and she often liked to wander around the house before the bustle of the day began. It was like she was the only person in the world; slightly eerie, but peaceful.

Romilly was desperate to go outside. She was rarely allowed out on her own; this was the only rule her father had set his sons regarding his daughter. 'Make sure she stays out of trouble, and don't let her out alone.' It seemed that her father was of the opinion that she would behave like her mother, and flee to the forest, never to be seen again.

Romilly found this ridiculous, but she was sometimes shocked when, accompanied by a brother or two, she spent the day on the manor grounds, she was tempted just to run into the wilderness, and stay there, forever free. This had yet to happen, though.

Clambering up the rickety staircase, she knocked quietly on another large door. 'Theo?' she called, softly. 'Theo, are you awake?' The time for gentle awakening had passed. She kicked the door hard, and shouted 'THEO! GET UP!' It was customary, on an Anstruther child's birthday, for the child whose birthday it was to wake up the rest of his or her siblings. It was Romilly's eleventh, and she was determined that this one would be perfect. 'Wake up, you lazy Hippogriff! I want my presents!' she called through the keyhole. Then, she put her ear to it, trying to distinguish any noise which would tell her that her eldest brother was awake.

Must be Sournois

[samalynne]

First Name:Samantha Lynne “Samalynne”
Last Name: Richards
Age: 15

Appearance:
Long flowing, thick, curly blonde hair is just the beginning. It isn't often Samalynne straightens those precious curls, but it's not often humidity reaches to the point where she cannot wear it in its full curl either. When she first wakes up in the morning, her hair is a sight not to be seen—poofy, messy, gorgeous, and just a hint of a person beneath—she tries to keep it pulled back in the morning, at least until she reaches the showers. With hair as thick, yet baby soft, as Sam has, it's hard not to want to reach out and touch the curls, even if it's just to watch one wrap around your finger, pull on it, and watch as it springs back into place. Though the curls are heavily conditioned, they're not tight, but loose and free, like she thinks looks best on her.

Eyes that are shaped in a slanted fashion, are also ocean blue in color. They're elongated by the heavy mascara Sam feels the need to wear, which also thickens the look of her lashes, only to match her hair of course. Contacts are a must for Samantha as she feels that glasses, unless they're sunglasses, do not belong perched upon the bridge of her lightly freckled nose.

Her body is mostly fashioned in the ruler-shape, with barely forming curves. She wishes her body were a little more hour-glass shaped, but she's fifteen, and she doesn't always get what she wants, despite what she thinks. Slender with just a bit of muscle tone, Samalynne to keep in somewhat of a shape by running daily, though she pigs out on food when possible, and she's just “lucky” to be as slender as she is. Standing at only 5'4”, she has a small body frame that weighs in at 122lbs, which she thinks makes her look perfectly normal, and if she had curves, they'd be in the “right” spots, or so she thinks.

A rare look upon her face is that of a smile. But when she does smile, Sam's smile is huge, enlightening, brightening, and contagious. Though, if you want to see her smile, you're likely going to have to work at cracking her a little at a time. A rough exterior only matches the soft interior she maintains, but she does her best to keep all vanity and flaunt known, as long as people don't see the real her too often.

Her voice is that of a soft wind, cute, chipper, and doesn't match the tough side she tries her best to get out and known in the world. It's hard going, but she manages to hide behind everything else. Her voice is just a downfall in her opinion, though it makes for a fluttery laughter, when she can manage that one.

When not dressed in uniform, Samantha tends to wear girly items. Dresses, skirts, frilly shirts, anything that has a more than feminine touch and she's happy. Though, sometimes she'll even dress down and wear jeans or capris with a less-frilly top to match. Jewelry is always an important accessory, as are her shoes. Her favorite accessory though, are hats. Ever since she was younger, her brother used to give her his hats, and she's been collecting a storm since.

History:
History encompasses everyone and everything. It's everywhere a person goes, looks, and is. History is what makes a person real, fake, and things that are unimaginable. History for Samalynne Richards began on March 10 when she was born, but before her was the history of her parents, her brother, and life itself.

Lisa Peyton and Jason Richards met while in college, both working on their degrees to become college professors. In a small world, such as it is, they had one class together, then the next semester a couple of classes, and by the end of their college careers they'd had ninety-seven courses in total together, but had only spoken in five out of all of them. And why did they speak? Jason kept forgetting writing utensils and Lisa was the kind of girl who was always over prepared for anything.

It wasn't until five years after graduation and going their separate ways the two even saw one another again, and this time it was during a funeral. They didn't speak. However, two years following, they finally did at a bank when luck just wasn't working and Jason needed a pen and turned to the young blonde behind him and asked if he could borrow hers. Of course, being Lisa, she handed one right over and dug another out of her purse for herself.

They began seeing one another after that, and with the amount of stalking accusations thrown it didn't take long for one to ask the other out to dinner and things just escalated from there. Both Professors attended the University of Bristol, and both were hired at Université de Provence in Aix-en-Provence, France. Here they met once more, and not long after settled down together with a child on the way.

Aaron Peyton Richards was born first, two years older than his baby sister, strong, handsome, and sweet. However, he was also deathly ill as well. Born with a low immune system, he's had to take a back seat much of his life, but he doesn't mind too much, not when life is on a high for him. He's engaged to the third most wonderful girl in his life, third only to his sister and mother.

Samantha Lynne Richards was born March 10, two years after Aaron. A muggle life called for muggle schooling, muggle friends, muggle everything except the bit of oddness she always had. Upon turning eleven she received a letter of acceptance to a school her family had never heard of, but they were convinced it was perfect for the girl. In the letter the requirements were written as to what was needed for supplies, and an animal was a must. As a joke, Aaron bought Samalynne a rabbit, so she wouldn't have a hard time pulling one out of a hat at magic school.

Life was boring, dull, and ever so sweet. Spoiled rotten for being the youngest and the only girl, Sam got away with nearly everything, and what she didn't get away with from her parents, her brother was sure to make sure she got away with it. Now at school, she's still trying to figure things out, who she is, what she wants, and who's going to help her get it.

Personality:
How to describe one teenage girl...

Samantha Lynne Richards is typical, in most cases. A prep in school, she maintains good enough grades, though she's hounded on at home about how much better her grades could be. It's true, she could do better, but she had other things to worry about; such as the next boy that walks around the corner. Boy crazy, though not flauntingly, she likes to chat it up with the opposing gender, whatever topic and she's game. And yes, she does like to flirt, but only sometimes.

As competitive as she can be, Samantha likes to take playing to a whole different level. Who is going to be the next to fall? Fail? Pick themselves up and run at her again? The girl enjoys the thrill of debate, the heat of argument, and the passion behind belief. If someone thinks one thing, even if she likely thinks along the same lines, Samalynne may very well challenge that person, just to find out the other person's reasoning.

At times the blonde can be snobby, snooty, and snotty. Never a good combination, but what girl isn't this way at some time in their life? It's just that once it hit Sam, it never left. Due to this, the girl is often rude, but innocently so. How can this be? It's because beneath her projected person, she doesn't really want to be the rude, stuck-up, little brat, but she can't help it.

Vain about her looks, when she walks by a mirror, or anything that shows a reflection, she can't help but to glance, at least once, if not more than once. A flip of the hair and she's usually good to go. The girl is loud and proud. Nothing will get in her way to stop her, and if it does, she may argue it to remove itself from her path, or she may just yell at it.

And again, just like any girl, Sammy can be silly, have fun, laugh, and enjoy herself. The thing is, she needs someone to crack her and tell her it's alright first.

Sample RP:
What a day, gorgeous, generous, and oh so wonderful. Samalynne was sitting up in the crook of a tree, lazily watching clouds pass as she let thoughts drift in and out. She was supposed to be writing a letter to her brother, but she couldn't concentrate. Life at the moment held no wonderful details, she wasn't doing anything new, not learning things she felt she couldn't have learned from reading books, and no one was helping her in life. At least that's how the petite blonde felt.

Nearly five pages were ripped to shreds and charmed to flutter around so she wasn't littering. All started with the same lines Dear Aaron, oh how I miss you, and from there they all sucked. Nothing could be written of, nothing could be put into words so precious to herself that she could think to burden her beloved brother with such things. He was only two years older, the golden boy, and he was engaged. At seventeen! Her parents allowing that shocked all of them, then again he'd been dating the girl for nearly five years now, or at least that's what they were all told.

Blue eyes gazed out upon the ground below the tree, maybe something would inspire her if she looked long enough, but not even the slightest ruffle of the wind did anything for her. Forced as she was to listen to the silence, it wasn't long before she heard a twig snap and her head turned toward where the sound came from. Peering into the distance she couldn't quite make out what she thought was a figure, but she was unsure. Could be just her imagination.

Bring her gaze back to the notebook in her hand, she turned to look just once more at what she thought she heard, and eyes widened when she realized someone was there. Frightened? Her? No, just startled....sort of. “Creep,” Samalynne muttered under her breath. So what if they were there for a reason, they were still standing in her proximity and she didn't know who they were. “You can come out now...I know you're there...”

Calling out could help, but what if she was just talking to herself? Now she was beginning to become slightly paranoid.

Could be Sournois, but this character is more snotty than mean. lol So must be Rouerie.

[vera]

First Name: Vera
Last Name: Rodriguez
Age: 15
Appearance:

The only difference from Vera and the pic is that her facial features are a bit softer.

History:
Vera is one of the few wizarding kids lucky enough (in her opinion) to have an uneventful history. No one in her family has died, no one contains any wizarding abnormalities (ie. Squibs), and she is all in all a normal teenage witch. Vera's average sized family consists of her parents, Jessica and Evan, an older brother called Anthony and a baby sister whose name is Alexa. Vera grew up in a town but spent a great deal of time throughout the year in her summer country ranch (it's more like a regular house, but a bit separated from other houses). Vera grew up neighboring her now best friend Lauren Anders. They are both the same age and are entering school together. The girls are joked to be "one person accidentally separated into two people during birth" because they are always seen together. Vera is also very close to her brother who tends to be very protective about her. Her brother completed The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic the year before Vera entered it and is now training to become a quidditch athlete. Her sister Alexa is currently about to turn two and still has quite a while to go until she too joins the school.

Personality:
Vera is a caring, sweet girl. She can easily talk to practically anyone, including guys. Vera has high morals and deeply values honesty and kindness. She rarely raises her voice, even when aggravated, and prefers to talk conflicts out calmly. Vera is labeled a hippie because she is all about peace, love, and happiness. Vera dislikes fights, wars, and people who cause them. Although she is usually open to meeting new people, Vera is strongly opposed to befriending anyone who harbors a cruel or angry personality. On top of all her peace loving, Vera also shares a love for animals. She probably got this from her mother, who introduced seven pets into the family.

Sample RP:
Vera remained in her comfortable position on her bed, eyes firmly shut. After a few more minutes of ignoring the sunlight she could just barely feel shining behind her drawn window curtains, Vera rolled over, careful not to squish the small kitten scrunched up in sleep near the edge of her bed or to wake Lauren who was lying a few meters away in a similar bed. She quietly dressed and headed downstairs where she could already hear her mother cooking up or rather conjuring up some deliciously smelling egg omlettes. Vera had scarcely reached the bottom step leading into the kitchen when a drowsy Lauren caught up to her. Vera turned to greet her childhood best friend and instantly burst into giggles. Lauren’s eyes widened for a split second before she too burst out laughing at their once again proven bond. Lauren had thrown on a blue patterned dress top over a pair of light blue jeans and a comfortable pair of flip flops. Vera had dressed into a remarkably similar dress; except hers was brown and her jeans were a tad darker. The girls similar attire and closely resembling looks could have passed them off as sisters.

After having their breakfast, the two girls headed outside, broomsticks in hand. (Note: These are their town houses, so their neighbors live relatively close.) Vera knocked on the adjoining fence that separated their lawn from another’s. A teenage boy, about the age of fourteen, came out smiling that the two girls were finally here. Another girl and a few boys trailed him, all carrying broomsticks in preparation for their practice Quidditch game. Lauren climbed the fence and headed over to the group to help set up. Meanwhile, Vera hunted around the house in search of her older brother Anthony. Finally finding him in his room still asleep, she managed to convince him to rise and "beat them all at Quidditch".

~~~After the game:
" Anthony- give that back!" Vera whined. " It's depressing enough to have you beat me, but stealing my broom is just not very cool!"
Vera mock angrily huffed at her brother's teasing and with Lauren's approval, mounted her friend's broom to chase after him. He easily let her circle him, his years of flight training and years on the Quidditch team at school clearly giving him the upper hand. Vera grimaced to Lauren. "Time to resort to extreme measures," she mouthed to her. Vera did a well-practiced tumble backwards from the borrowed broom, looking exactly as if she was going to fall to the ground below. Her brother, being a paranoid protective type, dove to "save her", completely forgetting to keep his siter's broom hostage. When he finally reached Vera, she sat up, a sweet smile on her face. Behind her, Lauren grinned as well.

"Got it!" she pronounced triumphantly.

Must be Cossu

[vera]

First Name: Lauren
Last Name: Anders
Age: 15
Appearance:
Lauren is very similar in looks to Vera Rodriguez. She has dark brown hair (not hazel) and brown eyes. Her hair is a bit shorter than shoulder-length and is pretty thick. It is layered, and straight-ish, meaning it is not fully curled, but straight with a few light waves. She is average height, about five foot two.

History:
Lauren is a pureblood, but does not flaunt it. She grew up alongside Vera, her best friend. She has a smaller family than Vera though, because she is an only child. As the only child, Lauren is doted on. She is not quite spoiled but she is loved strongly. She grew up with magic from her very birth. Lauren's household is full of magical items, books, and supplies. The Anders family is fairly rich and can afford to buy Lauren the best stuff. Due to this wealth, Lauren's possessions are of the best qualities. Lauren can be attached to certain items, but is overall not selfish and willing to share.

Personality:
Lauren has a positive, fun, and bubbly personality. She loves parties,dressing up, and hanging out. When you hang around Lauren, the mood is rarely depressing. She is extremely positive and cheery. Lauren has a great knack at befriending others because she is easy to talk to and smiles at you as if you are the entire world. Guys tend to be very comfortable around her because she eases the tension up and acts as herself. She makes a good girlfriend because she is not clingy and does not get upset at any small matter. She is a very loyal friend and will stick up for what she believes in. Lauren is not afraid to get out there and loves to be the center of attention.

Sample RP:
Kaitlyn pulled open the door adorned with a huge glittery sign that screamed the words "Happy Birthday Lauren!" in huge pink block letters. She entered the dimly lit dance room and looked around in awe. Lauren had outdone herself... again. Gold star streamers hung from the ceiling, marking the end of the entrance. Beyond that, couches and tables covered with food centered the front part of the party room. The walls shone with beautiful pictures and multi-colored spots that were caused by the magical disco balls in front of the stage and the dance floor. An invisible DJ blasted music mixes from huge floating speakers. The table at the far end of the room was overflowing with presents from the numerous people who had already arrived.

"You made it! Yay! Wow, you look so gorgeous! I absolutely love your dress!" Lauren hurried forward to greet her friend. The birthday girl herself was dressed in an enchanting floor length dress that had obviously cost a great deal. Gold earrings hung from her delicate ears, her perfect, professional-looking makeup accented her face exactly, and her heels only added to the whole picture. Behind her, Vera followed, also dressed as nicely as possible. The girls' matching curls cascaded gently off their shoulders, making them look at least two years older than they really were.

Sorry but you must post this using the Lauren account only to be sorted.

[shingatyou]

First Name:Star

Last Name: Lang

Age: 17

Appearance: Star has a very different look from any other emo she as a mysterious look about her. She always dresses in black and she always has her dark chocolate brown hair in her face, with different color streeks in it every now and again. Her eyes apperar a green, but they actually have a buit of teal in them. She is also tan, which is weird because she hardly sees the sun. 5'9" is her height, which isn’t very tall in her family. Star also has all the right curves for a girl’s body, but whenever she catches someone’s eyes she doesn’t flaunt it she just lets things unfold. She appears skinny and weak to may but even tho she is skinny, she is far from weak. In the summer she teaches a karate class, and a self-defense class also.

History: At home she has an abusive father, and a mother who ran away from her at age 3. Taking on responsibility wasn't her cup of tea, so she got a divorce and ran. Star also has 3 brothers but they live with their grandparents in Italy. Her father reminds her that he blames her for her mom going away every night after work when he gets drunk. As a kid she had to take up responsibilities that her siblings wouldn’t, so everything her mom did. Star didn’t want to lave her father, even tho he is abusive she loves him no matter what. She told her Grandparents that she had to say with him and they cant make her leave him, He doesn’t know what to do, so he just blames everything bad in his life on Star, he works but his business lowered so the money isn't coming in well. Her brothers couldn’t handle the pressure of having an abusive father, even tho he favored the boys. They ran just like their mom.

Personality: Star is fun loving, adventurous, outgoing, laid back, always looking for a laugh, mean at times, and very literal. When star sees some ones down she tries to get them back on their feet, and be happy. But when some one messes with one of her friends she immediately gets steamed, and fights them back. Whenever she finds someone that she can be friends with, she goes for it, with out thinking, this has gotten her hurt a few times but she always bounces right back up. Star is also very random, one moment you’ll be talking about one thing and the next she has you talking about a whole new subject. She also gets very hyper at random moments, people ask her all the tome if she has ADD ADHD or OCD, some have even asked her if she was Bi-polar; she’s not. Star also loves to write poetry. its usually something deep and cose to her heart.

Sample RP: Star groggily got out of bed, pain hot up her arm and her ribs hurt too. She slowly walked over to the mirror, and lifted her shirt. There on her ribs was a black and blue bruise, and she was pretty sure her arm was broke. Star put on a fresh change of clothes, which consisted of black under armor and an Aiden t-shirt over it. She then slipped into some skinny-legged jeans and her converse. When she had put her make up on she went down stairs to the living room where her dad was passed out cold. She quietly picked up the beer cans and put them in the recycling bin, then she walked out of her front door and across the street to her friends house. She walked in and went into the kitchen where the whole family sat. “Karen? Could I ask you to do something for me?” Star asked as she sat next to Dallas.
“Of course sweetie, anything.” Karen kindly said to her as she walked over to her. The rest of the family was chatting away. Star slowly lifted the sleeve of her shirt to show her arm and Karen gasped. “Did he do this last night hun?” Star nodded and Karen refereed to her dad as “it” or “he”.
Karen pulled out her wand and whispered a few words and it started to heal. Star winced as she felt it come back together. Dallas just smiled at her then went back to talking with his brother. Even tho Dallas was transferring to Hogwarts they were still the best of friends.

There are Rouerie traits. But I think deep down she's a Cossu. Must be Cossu.

[kandikaine]

First Name:
Kandi

Last Name:
Kaine

Age:
17

Likes: coffee, tattoos, piercings, music, underground bands, cats, poetry, dancing, guitars

Dislikes: over-dramatic, guns, spiders, fakes, crowds,

Appearance:


piercings: nose, labret, and navel
tattoos: tribal down her arm and snow leopard print down her back
History:
Growing up in buffalo NY, Kandi was a bit of a trouble maker. Her father, Rick, owner of a neighborhood bar and a drunk, waisted most of their money gambling. Her mother, Angel, tried to raise Kandi, the best she could without the help of the lazy man she married. Kandi spent most of her childhood either hanging out with one of the bands that her father let play for the bar, or with her friend, Alex. She was the only person Kandi could trust besides her mother. When Kandi was twelve a drive by shooter, shot and killed Alex. Kandi begged her mother to move away, and one cold winter day, her mother left Rick and moved Kandi and herself to France. Kandi then soon learned she was a witch and left for beauxbatons.

Personality:
Kandi is a bit of an outcast. She is mostly to herself and can come off as being either arrogant or cold. She however, can be very opinionated with people and quick witted, which caused her to get into trouble in her youth. Kandi tends to make her own rule and follows no ones advice but her own. Very confident and is not afraid of a challenge, she often bites off more then she can chew half of the time.

Sample RP:
The train rumbled down the grassy country side. Steam filled the bright blue skies. Kandi looked out at the changing scenery as the train made its way pasts the small towns. It would only be a matter of time before her and her mother made it to Paris.

It had been a long trip and their destination would be an hour away. Kandi closed her eyes to catch up on the lost sleep from the night before. Her mother had a fight with her father on leaving. It wasn’t a physical one, but the emotion impact it had on her was bad enough, her mother had been crying the whole plane ride here, giving a few fake smiles not to worry her daughter, but Kandi knew better.

She soon fell asleep, but the dreams of Alex that had haunted her for years kept her from sleeping peacefully. “honey, we’re here.” Her mother gently shook her awake. Kandi looked out of the window to the busy street. This was going to be interesting.

Must be Sournois

[jaemae]

First Name:

Dorthie

Last Name:

Doll Maiden:: Skye

Age:

sixteen

Appearance:

Dorthie Doll

History:

Dorthie Ircha Skye was born on July tenth to Carla and Rue Skye. Just like most normal muggle families the first born child always got the most attention until the next one, well that's what her first few years were like. Even if she couldn't remember them. When little Dorth was about seven, her little sister got cancer. She was never told what kind, just that she had it. To all of their surprise the girl made it, but while Dorthie was at magic school it came back and killed her. The girl was sad about her sister's lost but bit her tongue and knew her sister wouldn't want her to cry about, because that's what she said.

After months had past, Dorthie became the chipper, bubbly person she was again. At the age fifteen, the girl fell in love and got married. Her parent's didn't like it at all, but that's the reason she got married; but just a year later, they got a divorce and now she is stuck with the last name Doll. Pretty much, Dorthies history is just normal to most people, besides the marriage at fifteen and her younger sister dying.

Personality:

Dorthie is a very chipper person. She doesn't care about how she looks as long as her hair is okay. In her free time she does read and also write. The girl likes to think herself as unique and that everyone should be. She doesn't like when people rip off her style instead of make up their own. When no one is in her dorm, she likes to dance around the room singing to her favorite songs, but don't think dancing is her whole life. She tried it once.

Sadly the saying don't judge a book by its cover doesn't come to mind here. Dorth is a procrastinator. Yes she does somehow have a book with her all the time but when it comes to school work, she tends to not do it until the very very last moment. She can be a very loving girl, but if you get on her bad side she can be a complete *****. She doesn't believe in fighting with weapons but hands can be OK as long as its self defense.

Sample RP:I know you said one of the charrie that your posting with but this is with Nathan Jakobs from this site, the other person I play.

You know those nights when you can't sleep at all and you just have all that energy inside of you when during the day you have none what so ever and could sleep for days? Well Nat was having one now. For the past hour or two, he has been tossing and turning in his bed. Finally after he got so fed up with it, he decide to try and waste all the energy so maybe he could get some sleep for once. As Nathan got up from his bed, he grabbed a pair of black plaid pajama pants to go over his boxers, he figured if anybody saw him he would at least be only half naked.

Looking around the room he wondered where in God's or Buddha's name he could go. Nat bit his lip and did a one eighty. When he stopped he was facing his note book. It was the one with tons of different songs he wrote in it, some he wrote, some other people have wrote.

Smirking softly, the boy grabbed the hard cover notebook, turned it and his clothes into small things, than turned into a ferret. Of course turning was weird. He grew black and white fur every where and his nails got longer and turned black. but not like his nail polish black. And of course he became one ish foot long and 2 feetish high. He never really asked anyone to measure him. Next, the ferret grabbed the extremely tiny objects and his wand. He slid under his door and out of the Cossu Chamber.

The cute little ferret made his way up to the bathroom, and changed back, now that was even weirder, but that story is for another day. Nathan slipped on his pajama pants and slid his wand into the pocket. As the dark haired boy walked out and ran down the hall as fast as he can, he came to a sudden stop at the bottom of the stairs. The ones he stopped at led up to the tower. Perfect! He thought as he began to climb them. When he came to the top he walked in and took out his wand, and casting a spell to light up the room. Nathan Ryan sat the notebook down. He turned to a random page and looked at the song. Smiling he started to sing it like he was the band himself.

You know when you have those moments when you think no one is watching you sing and dance stupidly in? Well that was what ferret boy was doing. He got so into it he started to jump and dance around with his wand as his microphone. What a dweebhot right?

Must be Cossu

[baroque]

First Name: Baroque Arawn
Last Name: Macalister
Age: 18
Appearance:
Clicky for picture
History:
Born to the close-knit werewolf family of Harbin & Genevieve Macalister, Baroque was quickly joined by his younger sister by one year, Zeverai. His childhood in Sherwood, Nottingham, was a happy one – and neither Baroque or his younger sister wanted for anything more. Both Harbin & Genevieve adored their children, and spoilt them needlessly. Living in a reasonably small, distant location meant that other children were scarce, and whilst Baroque would have been lying to say he hadn’t ever longed for another person other than Zeverai, they enjoyed each other’s company and argued remarkably little.

As we all know, perfect never lasts – and so the Macalister family would find out when Baroque started school. Even in pre-school, he took a dislike to authority, selecting only a few friends to open up to….struggling to be social when over his entire life, he’d had no one but his family. Teachers found him a difficult, if bright student, quickly realising that he worked a lot faster than those around him – and that they struggled to give him the knowledge that would keep him interested and busy, and away from the temptation of misbehaving. With Zeverai fast coming up to attend behind him, Harbin & Genevieve were informed of the teacher’s observations, and Baroque was removed.

The Macalister family were comfortable, and therefore able to afford a private education, which would keep up with Baroque’s thirst for learning. They also had Zeverai placed in the same school...although her placing was for an entirely different reason. Unlike her brother, Zeverai leant more toward dizziness – walking through life as though it was a particularly boring dream, her mind always elsewhere. Her parents hoped that the private tutoring would at least give her some skills and perhaps wake her up a little. Baroque instantly took her under his wing, knowing she was too dippy to fend for herself. As he had in the first school, Baroque formed an elite group of friends whom he trusted implicitly – and they him. If one observed closely, it would be realised that wherever Baroque went – he seemed keen to remake the family environment he experienced at home, in school. Especially as his friends were those less well off, or with family less desirable…and Baroque would give them something to live for. His friends often spent more time at his house, than their own.

It soon became clear that both Baroque & Zeverai were not like other children, as they displayed unique abilities that awed the small group of friends they circulated with. When Baroque hit twelve – he was shipped off to Durmstrang, his parents having carefully watched his interests. Zeverai was home-tutored, her parents deciding she was far too much of a walking disaster. Much as it would have appeared to be a perfect setting for the control & knowledge thirsty Baroque…he despised it from the beginning. He made few friends, having started late in the school year and constantly rebelled against the teachings of his elders. He quickly became a target for bullying, surprisingly enough – his English accent, skinny form & good looks almost a beacon for those that considered themselves ruler of the school. Being a werewolf, he found his temper hard enough to control – and they disliked his quick explosions, and the way he carved himself his own path. Baroque disliked being told what to do by them, as much as he did the professors and refused to follow their rules. Trouble was quick in responding, and Baroque returned to bed each night with fresh bruises. His pride wouldn’t allow him to tell, and so he contained his anger – learning to hide his feelings & the yearning for his family.

Hitting sixteen – Baroque finally got his revenge. Adulthood upon him, the wolf within finally allowing him a lean, athletic figure and a useful height of just over 6ft. Having evaded the bullies for a good few weeks, they finally tracked him down. Only this time, when the beating started – it was Baroque who had the upper hand. The leader was beaten so badly, he had to be sent home…and Baroque was expelled.

Despite this, his parents still saw him as their adored son – and spoilt him rotten. Zeverai was over the moon to see him, and Baroque her. It was decided that private tutoring might be best for Baroque also, what with his soft temper and new found strength. However, after a string of private tutors left without saying why…leaving Baroque unruffled, smirking and smug – Harbin put his foot down, and decided that Baroque needed to learn some social skills. After writing off to several schools, he received a reply from Beauxbatons – who offered taking on the eighteen year old Baroque, as they already hosted a wide variety of species, and students with different issues. And so, Baroque has become enrolled at BB…though he doesn’t plan to make it easy.


Personality:
Outwardly, Baroque has a swaggering, arrogant air with a biting wit & dry humour only matched by his vicious intelligence. This isn’t always portrayed aloud, as Baroque leans toward blunt abruptness – and will often remain silent for a good while, before coming out with the goods unexpectedly & with a direct, cocksure that often rubs people up the wrong way – even if he doesn’t mean to. His moods are entirely based on passion, and are subject to extreme changes in the space of a few seconds – something that he has become renowned and feared for. Unfortunately, this also keeps some he would like to draw closer at arms length, and its very rare for him to confide completely in anyone. He has an intense need of being in control, something he has never had until now, and its this lack of control over himself which sparks his furious temper.

His temper is quick to alight, his passion usually taking things more to heart than should be, and is very slow cooling. He has been known to be in a perfect rage for weeks at a time. During a temper, he is violent, entirely illogical and acts entirely on the whim of his anger. He’s best avoided, because all he sees is red…and you’ll pay dearly for it, perhaps with your life, as he is famed for lashing out – whether you be male or female. Once you fall out with Baroque whether it be his fault or yours – there is no going back, on account of his crippling pride, and he will do everything in his power to best you. An apology is something you shouldn’t ever expect.

His pride is achingly sharp, and more often than not will lead to Baroque cutting his nose off to spite his face, rather than admit he’s wrong. He’s well aware of this trait, but feels incapable to resolve it and will often lose his temper and lash out at others in an attempt to quell the confusion, pain and anger he feels at this loss of self-control. Although considered a strength in keeping his pack in line, Baroque’s inability to control his temper, his pride and his passions are also a weakness he desperately needs to master, because should someone take the time to understand Baroque…they could play him like a fiddle, pressing all the right buttons until he’s silly with rage, and not thinking straight. Whilst this is considered Baroque at his most dangerous, he is also at his most vulnerable.

Being proud, and then mixing that with his intense stubbornness means Baroque would never give up or give in on anything - whether it’s in an argument or rooting for a friend. Having been let down so many times before, he's not about to trust readily, so if you should gain his confidence and love and let him down - expect gigantic come-backs. He won’t take it lightly. He takes nothing lightly, and is not afraid to put his sharp intelligence to use one slamming you with hurtful and venomous insults.

Despite that, Baroque is keen to be liked, and for those that gain his favour – he will go to surprising lengths of loyalty. Never doing anything mediocre, Baroque is a person based on passion – and never does anything in small doses. Once you get past the steel-like persona that he uses to protect himself…Baroque is one for keeps. Sweet, humorous and caring. It's just whether or not others want to put in that effort.

He dislikes people who lack emotion, and remaining calm and impassive is twice as likely to infuriate him. He is an “action” type of guy, and dislikes sitting around talking – when he could be doing something about it. However this isn’t entirely good, as he often doesn’t think well enough about his actions and the consequences. Privately, he likes those that wear their hearts on their sleeves and tell it how it is…he hates anything false, untruthful or secret. When considering a woman, he has nothing against the feminist gung ho types…but prefers something a little sweeter, more delicate and sensitive, who’ll be honest and open – but not with attitude. He hates attitude. In his free time, he often likes to wander alone with his favourite tracks firmly plugged in his ears, watching the world with his chosen soundtrack. He also likes carpentry, and will sit alone carving small figures into wood with the knife he carries. Not much of a partier, Baroque avoids those kinds of functions – and drinks alone, and even then…it’ll only be whisky.

Sample RP:
He sniffed, audibly voicing his distaste for his father's decision. A muscle in his father's jaw twitched, but otherwise - he remained impassive, keeping his hands together on the desk before him and staring straight ahead as they awaited the induction.

Baroque shifted, not removing his defiant eyes from his father's immobile expression, placing his feet on the desk. The chair on the other side of the desk was empty at the moment, but they were expecting company at any moment. Expression solid, his father moved sharply - sweeping his son's feet to the floor with more force than nessecary. Baroque had to sit up to keep his balance, throwing his father a filthy look. It was all his fault. Both Zeverai & his mother has tried to sway the choice, but it was made. Baroque couldnt undestand what was so bad about him staying home with the rest of the family...it wasnt as if he needed the lessons. Social skills..hah. They were overrated.

Never the less, despite what he thought, he sat a little straighter and tucked his feet under the chair. If it was what his father thought best, he'd try...a little. Sighing, he turned pale eyes toward the door, curious as to what his future would hold.



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"One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams."
~Salvador Dali



First Name:Alise



Middle Name(s): Christine Noelle Lucie



Last Name:De Chagny



Age:17



Appearance:(undecided on the celebrity, but I'm debating between a couple. For now, probably Lena Katina) Alise is 5'5", red curly hair and blue (almost turquoise) eyes. She is very pale with a pink overtone to everything, and she has a baby face. Her mouth is small, her eyes are big, and her nose has a "button" end. She has a round, almost heart-shaped, face and a dimple on her chin. She's not skinny by today's standards, but she hasn't had any complaints. She's curvy, but petite. Her hands are small and her wrists are dainty. Her waist is of average size, but it is small compared to her round hips and bust. She isn't big or tall, but she walks like she owns the world. Not cocky, just confident...and in her own little world.



History:

The De Chagny family has been a powerful magical family for centuries, but they tend to keep to themselves. Although most children are born with the ability to do magic and the arts, Henri (Alise's father) has kept his family's magical heritage under wraps for his political career. He works for the president of France, but also works for the Minister of Magic in France. The De Chagny's had been a wealthy and noble family before the revolution, but they had to flee to England for a time in order to survive. Alise's ancestors finally came back when the fighting had died down, and they had to rebuild most of their previous wealth. Leading a double life has cost Henri's family quite a bit of time with him, but they manage. MargreteDe Chagny was a Norwegian singer who had come to study opera in Paris. Of course, Margrete and Henri fell in love. They were married, even though Henri's parents didn't approve at first, and they had four children. Genevieve came first, then Eleanore, then Aidan and lastly Alise. Alise and Eleanore have a very good relationship, as there is only 8 years between them. Aidan is 13 years older than Alise, and Genevieve is 16 years older. Alise was a surprise. However, Alise and her siblings have a very good relationship with their parents. Aidan is a bit overprotective for Alise's taste, so they have a tense but loving kinship. Genevieve is the mysterious and sad story of the De Chagny family. She is in her second marriage, and her health causes severe problems in every aspect of her life. Alise and she have a strained relationship, because Alise's strong personality doesn't want to let Geni simply give up. But they've never been alike...

Margrete was originally Margrete Hansdottir from Trondheim, Norway. She was not poor, but not rich. She always had a talent for singing, so when she was old enough, she flew to Paris to sing in the chorus at the Opera Bastille. She now is a full time mother with the occasional guest appearance in a choir or chorus. Although she was not a seer, she came from a line of them. They were, of course, magical, so Alise is a pureblood, even though she hates to admit it. She is taking after her maternal grandmother with her gift for prophecy, as is Eleanore. Eleanore, Geni and Aidan all went to Beauxbatons, and Alise is simply continuing the legacy.



Personality: Alise is complicated. She is a mess of contradictions. She is incredibly sickingly sweet and generous to most people, but if you get on her bad side...she has the temper of a demon. She is very intelligent, but messy and disorganized. Her head is always up in the clouds, and yet she has to have all the answers. She is an artist (singer, composer, songwriter,acting), but she can't draw a straight line. She is outgoing and extroverted, but she spends a surprising amount of time alone. She is nocturnal, but she sleeps all the time. She is foolishly fearless when it comes to most everything, but she cries like a baby at the mere mention of a snake. Snakes are her phobia. She isn't picky about food, but she can smell and hear things that others don't notice. She hates high pitched noises and bad smells.

Some things aren't contradictory though... She loves animals (except snakes) and children. It sounds like she's one of those 'world peace' perfect girls, but she is far from perfect. She is the most accident prone and troublesome girl you'll ever meet, and she is easily distracted. She has a horrible memory, except when it comes to stupid random facts. Her life is a constant string of "oops" and apologies, although she'd never harm a fly...unless you're on her bad list. Think of the muggle TV show "I Love Lucy." Lucy is Alise.

She has a talent for anything artistic (except drawing), and is creative and imaginative to a fault. Her prophecies come to her in the form of dreams, so she definitely gives a new meaning to the term "dreamer." Although she is a dreamer by the world's standard as well. An idealist to the extreme, she can be annoying at times, but most of her best friends are pessimists...or worse, realists...so she's used to it. They balance each other out. She is very spiritual and puts more stock in the supernatural than science. Her family are devout Catholics, so her faith is very important to her. She is almost a modern day Robin Hood in the fact that she would love to take from the rich to give to the poor, but fortunately she doesn't practice that. She just tends to spend money that she (personally) doesn't have on charities and volunteering. Her family is rich enough to keep it up, but once she gets on her own, she'll need to find her own way to support herself and all her charity cases. Her family will still be there, but she's too independent to rely on them financially forever. Besides, she'd spend all the money they'd give her for rent on some chilld sponsorship or food program anyway. She isn't exactly known for being 'responsible,' but she is honest and trustworthy. She can't keep a secret about herself, as she just talks too much and is too self-deprecating sometimes... however, she goes between vanity and self-loathing, so you never know what mood she'll be in. She can keep a secret for someone else though, as long as they need it. She would never willingly hurt another good person, so that will keep her mouth sealed.

She reads ALL the time, so you could call her a bookworm. However, she is far from the typical. She is sarcastic and loud, and she wants to know EVERYTHING. You can call her a knowledge whxre...but she's not content to just read it. She also needs to experience it. Basically, she wants to do everything that she can do before she dies, so her mind is always running. Always creating, dreaming, thinking and wanting...She's content when it comes to money and worldly things, but not when it comes to 'knowing.' She always wants to know more.




Sample RP:

Electricity arced in the air where two people stood arguing. One was a young redheaded girl, and one was a taller brunette man who bore a striking resemblance in the facial features of his female counterpart. Tension was building as the man paced back and forth in a palatial living space with antique furniture at every turn. He expertly weaved between these valuable pieces while the girl threw up her hands and sat down ungraciously on a baroque sofa. Although their coloring and height were quite different, after a few moments of hearing and watching them, you could tell they were brother and sister. The man was older by quite a few years, but he continued to look young for his age, while his sister looked and acted older than hers. They truly were an odd couple, and the servants in the house were all in other rooms with their ears pressed against the wall in an attempt to hear two of their masters fighting. (Well, one was a mistress...but still...) It was quite a scene, and surely one of their parents or siblings would have broken it up if...well, if they were home. Luck, however, was not on the side of the man and girl today. They would have to fight this out until the end, and it seemed like the heat was just beginning to pick up. Pity...

Alise knew that Aidan was attempting to be a good big brother, but he was making her more and more angry by the second. For 10 years of her life, he had been off traveling the world and never wrote once. For 10 years, she had grown into a young woman with powers and abilities of her own. For 10 years, she had been alone with Eleanore and her parents. 10 years was a long time, and Aidan needed to understand that he knew as much about Alise as he did about the next stranger on a train. He had come in here, looking all confident and sure of everything, and Alise felt the undeniable urge to put him in his place.

He was her brother, and she loved him. She remembered tagging along with him when she was little to go to the city and see the sites. She remembered getting their portrait done together on the hill of Montmartre. She remembered him pulling her back from the rail when she went to far to see over the edge of the Eiffel Tower. She remembered staring in awe at every piece of art in the Louvre, and how proud Aidan was that his little tyke of a sister knew the majority of paintings and artists. She remembered all these warm moments, but that was before he left. None of them knew exactly why he left, but he left and didn't come back for a decade. The De Chagny family was a typical French aristocratic family, as they were all very close. Even Geni kept in touch. Aidan didn't send a letter to Elle, Alise or their parents...or Geni for that matter. He had literally disappeared until a week ago. One week! That was all the time he gave to his baby sister before he began to shout and scold her for flirting...flirting! She was a teenage girl, and he was mad that he hadn't seen her grow to that point. He was mad, and he was taking it out on her.

"Aidan Philippe Raoul Charles de Chagny! You stop talking this instant!"

With the high volume and passionate tone of his sister's voice, the handsome wizard stopped and stared in surprise at the little redhead before him. His mouth closed out of instinct and his mind went clear for a bit.

"Merci beaucoup, mon frere... Now! You listen here. You have been gone for 10 years...That is an entire decade, and you're acting as if you have every right to be punishing me for 'misbehaving.' First of all, that boy is a friend. He and I will never be anything more than friends, and we're fine with that. Yes, I was flirting with him. You want to know why? Because flirting comes as naturally to me as breathing, and I don't realize that I'm doing it half the time. Secondly, I have a father. He is your father too, and Maman and Papa have done perfectly well for 10 years while you've been gone."

She was breathing heavily with her unleashed emotion, and sarcasm belied the fact that she wasn't really angry. When Alise was angry, she yelled and turned red before crying herself to sleep. However, when Alise was REALLY angry...well, that is something that you have to experience to understand. She gets quiet, calm, and she gives you a look that may or may not have killed actual people in the past. She was frustrated and hurt by Aidan, but not REALLY angry. She was part glad for the attention that she was receiving from her prodigal brother, but part mad that the first emotion he showed was not one of love outright...although she knew it was love underneath it all. Unfortunately, she was used to the doormat Geni, slightly quieter Elle and her spoiling parents. She wasn't used to a relative that had a strong personality to match her own. It was the simple fact that they WERE alike that was causing all these problems. Neither one would back down, as they both had the viking stubbornness from their mother's side. Alise and Aidan simply needed to work things out, and it would begin when one of them introduced a compromise. Alise was not good at presenting compromises, so she looked at Aidan expectantly. Maybe he would back down first...She hoped...


"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."
~Oscar Wilde

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