Sorting (Term Ten)

[tylersabamf]

First Name: Tyler
Last Name: Sinclair
Age: 15
Appearance:
History: Tyler was born in the magical US of America in a shitty town to a poor family in Jersey. He had a perfectly normal childhood, apart from the fact that he's always been a little jerk and liked to be obnoxious all of the time. He got awful grades all through grade school and never participated in and form of a school function just because he was never interested. He's not really a team player, so sports were never his thing. Basically, he's never really found anything that interests him at all so he never did anything but watch T.V. and eat cheetos. On his eleventh birthday, he was pretty surprised to get a letter from some school in France. His dad was just as confused as he was, but his mom.. not so much. Apparently she had been hiding a thing or two from Tyler in his dad and then BAM! divorce time. This and the fact that he couldn't speak French delayed the time it took him to finally get here, but now in his mother's custody, he can attend school (joy.)
Personality: The characteristic that had shaped Tyler the most in his life is his absolute indifference toward, well, everything. He couldn't care less about social standards, dying before he's twenty, or getting decent grades. He's one of those people that just sort of float on through life, but he doesn't do it quite flawlessly. He has a tendency to rub people the wrong way and his best talent is probably pissing people off, whether he's meaning to or not. Tyler is a bit of an *sshole, to say the least, and really enjoys screwing with people and sort of making them want to punch him in the face. It's all in good fun, though! He thinks life is a joke and it's very hard to make him take anything seriously. If he's with someone that's easy going, they'll get along great, but if you try to shove him into a situation where he can't laugh at old people and stuff, then you're going to run into some serious problems.
Sample RP: Diss is from another site YO.

Ugh. School.

Tyler half collapsed, half sat down against the wall just outside the dreaded building filled with awful things like learning and social standards. He rested his head against the cool red brick which had been in the shade all day so it hasn't absorbed a ridiculous amount of heat once the sun rose. Tyler dug in his jean pocket for his reviving box of cigarettes, frowning as he discovered there were only two left. He sighed and grabbed one of them, putting it in his mouth and cupping his hands around the end so that he wind wouldn't blow the flame away while he lit it.

Tyler look a deep drag, leaning his head farther back and sighing as his body finally relaxed. His stomach had been crawling for a cigarette. School really did present a problem when you had an awful addiction to nicotine. Thinking about that addiction, Tyler remembered that he only had one damn cigarette left. That pack had supposed to last for at least three more days, and he of all people should know that it's impossibly hard to get smokes when you're underage and your name is Tyler. Well, not impossibly, but it was still a pain in the ass and Tyler was frustrated with himself for not using more wisely.

With a more bitter attitude, he continued taking routine drags. He kind of looked like a hobo with the way that he was slumped over on the ground. It was pretty obvious that the only thing that was keeping him upright was the wall, and if he put much more weight on it, it would probably double over and kill several people inside.Yeah, that was exactly what this school needed right now, when people were still all tied up about that Madison girl's death. Tyler shook his head. He didn't want to think about it; most of the school had probably stayed up all night at least once thinking 'what if it had been me?'

Tyler really doubted that what had happened to her was someone else's fault, not that he had really given it much thought. Sure, it was a tragedy, but people should really think stupid things through before they doing them, especially if they don't plan on dying. Tyler groaned and moved his legs, realizing that he was thinking about the west-coast tragedy even after he had decided that he wouldn't sink that low. Congratulations, Tyler, he thought to himself, you've just reached rock bottom.

Must be Sournois

[lavina--etches]

First Name: Andromeda

Middle Name: Natalie

Last Name: Forth-Marx

Age: Sixteen

Appearance: Standing her muscle structure appears sinewy, her walk has an almost catlike quality to it with the ability to be graceful and confident with ever step she is a person of beauty. Possessing the silhouette of a member of Circe de Soil at nearly five feet, three inches tall she is imposing and petite with a beautiful body. Her small nature gives the impression of innocence and a childlike mystic to her but under no circumstance is she innocent and she is above all things dangerous.
Her skin is almost blemish free although it would be wrong to say that coming into adolescence did not scar her physically. On her lower, lower pelvis she has a small tattoo that says "maturity" in small black curly but finite lettering. To compliment the first is another piece of body art a small sun and half moon on her back just between her shoulder blades half hidden by her rippling hair. On her right forearm she has a small scar where she attempted to cut herself but refuses to let heal as a mark of her stupidity and weakness against physical pain.
Andromeda bears a great resemblance to her mother a fact that she is not charmed by in the least although it is to be expected as the mirror likeness between mother and daughter has flitted after its members for centuries. Although her face is less lined and a great deal less complacent there is not mistaking them for relations, one tie that is not easy to escape.
Ash-blonde and wave-y her hair flows down her back just past her shoulder blades compliment her skin tone and high check bones, although she frequently alternates between her natural blonde and her preferred brunette - depending on what stereotypes or family members she is trying to avoid. Although it is common knowledge that whatever color hair she posses she would still be supremely gorgeous in body and in mind.
Her lips and eyes are expressive and pretty in raw symmetry. Her eyes a flickering green and her lips a fair few shades deeper than her skin. Her checks flush as easily as she laughs but her gaze impartial could set anyones insides on fire.

History: Andromeda was born in Nice, France but speaks predominately English although she is quite fluent in French and Hebrew. Her parent’s names are Milo Forth and Juliana Marx-Forth. After being married for several years – seven to be precise they decide to settle down to have children and quickly and quietly decided to ship them off to a nanny shortly after birthing them. She is the eldest of her two siblings, who she holds much dearer to her heart than her parents. Milo Nathaniel Marx-Forth and Jonah Cole Marx-Forth are her twin brothers. They are about a year and a half younger than her and some of her closest friends in the world.
Although they have forgiven her parents for sending them away at such a young age she hasn’t given in. Although she has little cause to see them it can be hazardous as Andromeda does have a temper and hasn’t forgiven them form “abandoning" them at such a young age.
Other than a little lacking of family bonding, she has a very few skeletons in her closet, although I suppose you would have to guess at some of the things that she says. Growing up so emotional distant from her parents a rift was formed between them, needless to say they weren’t close and they didn’t get along. While still subdued by her parents various support staff, she threw herself at school and realized by nature she was quite clever.
As she grew older and less tame she began to lie whether this habit steamed from her parents lack of attention or she was predisposed to she became shockingly good at it and as she realized she was doing she decided that it just made life more interesting although more likely she's in denial. Becoming more reckless as she entered adolescence and more distant from her parents she became drawn to things off the mainstream, mainly music but she also experimented with her friends and clothing. The most lasting part of this stage in her life was her tattoos and the scar on her right arm, the memories from this part of her life are some of her freest and most expressive.
This nocturnal faze of her life ended abruptly when she received her letter from Beauxbaton's she scratched up on her school work and made up to a cordial relationship with her parents. Unfazed by this brief period of "finding" herself she hopes to be a successful individual at school in the new term.

Personality: Her confident and witty nature compliments her natural good humor although she is remarkably prone to using this to go over peoples heads. Having been the best in everything for most of her life she is a very confident individual but despises arrogance in people especially her parents. Although she makes a point never to be coy, she never shies away from the spotlight - she wants people to be able to watch her if they want to without having to throw herself at them. She's a very mature individual having grown up the eldest, not necessarily having to take control but definitely wanting to steer her life in her own direction and finding her own was of doing things. As she grew up however she became a more seat of the pants person but retained a lot of the rigidity she grew up with however she is still a little kid inside.
Being naturally smart and witty, she in turn became a little obsessive compulsive and a pathological liar throughout her early teens. Having realized that this just adds a little more mystic to her reputation and life in general she continued to it and became remarkably good and weaving tails of inaccuracy. Pretending to be people and lying about her past experiences is only the tip of the ice burn. She is quick to slip out of her family and her past although no one can completely escape those strong ties. True or not, the things she says cannot fail to bring a laugh or a flush to your cheeks.
She is most unremarkably an adventure seeker always looking for something different not necessarily better but for a new experience. Something to add some truth to her life, what she is seeking the most in the world in the world is honestly. Firstly in other people and then in herself. She loves to listen and learn and find out more about the world and in turn herself. Reading is her passion not only because it can show her more about a world in a few seconds than she could catch in a glimpse but also because it gives her an extreme variety of what and where she can see. Hoping to complete a world tour after her schooling, travel is another one of her passions.
Quite friendly growing up with her two brothers Milo and Jonah she attended excellent social skills and manners in her early years and became extremely close with her brothers and this is a bond she choses not to break and values more than any other. Her closest family members and her best friends she loves them endlessly and hopes for them to join her at Beauxbaton's as soon as they are able too. Andromeda is haughty and has a high temper when angry at state she is most commonly found in when she is with her parents who she considers arrogant and not worth her time. Although her brothers have made up them she is not so forgiving.
Although see is not an animal adorer, she is a vegetarian and proud of this accomplishment hoping to continue throughout the greater part of her life. Named after the Andromeda of greek mythology, her name carries the tragedy of her parents giving her up in a sense as well as "to think of a man" as the literal translation to describe her wit and intelligence. Her personality and experience have borne her to the devout belief that she would not be a good mother or parent as hers were to her.

Sample RP: The sky was the color of vomit, a pasty pink that would be described as delightful at most wedding parties, walking briskly through the autumn leaves the sensations became all the more real. Having them crunch and be blown under her fast moving feet brought the tableau to reality. Delightfully the sun was setting and a temperate breeze was nipping at her fingertips the first signs of the incoming frost that would soon ravage the gardens that the staff at worked so laboriously over for the past summer season. Coming up to a large house bricked with weathered and expensive stone masonry and a shinny door banger as well as vast gardens she just stopped herself from rolling her eyes in contempt. Walking around the back her fingers still tingling in the cold she approached a shabbier in comparison door at the back of the house. Pulling a key out of her pocket she unlocked the door to see the grimacing faces of her brothers. Needless to say they were not exactly happy about her leaving. Clearing her throat loudly as if it could cut through the silence in the air.
"Look you guys, you know how I feel about abandonment and that not how this is going to be. I swear I'll write you every week. Oh kay?" she said with her heart in her mouth.

"Common there is half chance I won't even make any friends. Just don't be mad at me please. I really want to go but leaving you is hard enough. You know you're my best friends right. It's not like well be gone forever - I'll see you at Christmas. I promise. Just don't let me leave with you mad at me. This summer has been the best, really it's changed me. I like haven't even lied in a week."

"We both know thats not true." smiled Jonah.

"You're such a drama queen, Romi. We're not going to miss you. I'm only half sad for you because know ones going to be able to put up with your antics. We're actually the only ones who pretend to like you." continued Milo.

"Guys, I don't know what I'm going to do without you. Haha, but mother doesn't even know I'm gone till I get back for Christmas. That's just for you incase your wonder. I know best that see can't cook but maybe she get a stunt double for the kitchen and they'll both drink enough wine to be in bed before lunch." she said smiling her green eyes sparkling. The exact same shade reflected in her twin brothers eyes.

"OH ANDROMEDA!" Jonah said half laughing, half crying showily. "GIVE US A HUG! Before I break down completely." continued Milo wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. Rugby style tackling them both to the ground.

"Andromeda." said a stern voice. "Why didn't you enter through the front door like we discussed you're father and I have been waiting there for over ten minutes. I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Oh, I forgot, you know the back door is the best way in. No elaborate plants or processions of fake tears to run into." she said in cheeriness.

"I hope you have a good first term at school, Andromeda." she said cordially. "Adieu mother!" she called after her sardonically. She turned back around to her mothers. "So what should I do for a week. I kind of lied about the departure date." she said shrugging.

She has a couple flaws, but uses them to her advantage. So watch out for making her too perfect.

Must be Rouerie

[light]

First Name:Alexzander Jasper

Last Name: Green

Age: 17

Appearance:

History: Alexzander was born on the 26th of November to Ren and Henri Green in the middle of Spain. Just two years of living in such a beautiful place they moved to London for about two more years; but it was than that the family started to fall apart. Jasper's dad started to "work late," as he would call it, but his mum found out he was really drinking at the pubs and having an affair. How did she find out? Alex doesn't know. So the parents speranted up and Red took Alexzander to Japan to meet his grandparents and just to relax and everything. While down there his mum met a man and their relation lasted a month as his father came back. He confessed his love and they moved to his small country home in France.

It was than that she found out she was carrying a little boy, Zachary. But instead of putting that one guy on the certificate as the father, Henri adopted him and so Zachary Crimson Green was part of the family, when he was born in May. Growing up with his little brother, he could never say Zachary cause he had trouble with the z's so he called him Crimson and that name just sticked with everybody. Now life may of seemed all fun and games for them but they weren't. It was when they met the Dupont's. Dear god the two family fought like cats and dogs. So the boys thought they had to hate them as well. So up until two years ago, he hated their daughter, Melodie with a deep passion until he just went up to her outside the family was and talked to her. It was than that they found some sort of feelings for each other but hid it.

A year later, they hide their relation around the family, besides Zach. But as things seem to act alright with them, the Green brothers get a surprise. For as long as they new each other they thought they shared the same parents but when a guy comes to the door he claims to be Zach's dad and its all so true. At first Alex thought of it as a joke but as some days went by he knew it was not and his little brother was only half. He got over the fact and thought that it was better than him not being his brother at all.

Personality: Alexzander is an out going guy. He tends to be random and hyper but that for him is not an everyday thing. He loves to travel and if he could he would do it every day. He likes to keep up to date on things and really hates to be left behind on information. Most people would take a glance at him and think of him as a stuck up rich snob. And that only happens to be half right, the rich part. He only acts stuck up if he really has to and its really fun to watch him cause he will than act just like his little sister Olivia. Alex does have some what of a short temper that can get out of control sometimes but he can usually keep it under control.

Nerves. Just like everyone else to different extremes he has them, but unlike the nail or lip biters he babbles and well can sweat a little or choke on his words. Lets say that runs in the family and his brother was grateful for not getting it. Also the boy is a klutz. He tends to trip over himself. Love, is a thing he wish he knew about. He had his share of heart breaks and breaking them. When he dates someone, they can be the center of his world. Alex though isn't really of a pet name caller unless its for jokes cause truth is he hates them. The boy loves a good party or a rave, but he knows his limit on the getting out of control part. Like most teenage boys he hates rules but does listen to them but majority of the time he breaks them.

Sample RP: Alexzander stood at the foot of the lake. He had his hands barred deep into his skinny jeans. Today would be the day he would have to leave his grandparents and go back to France. He really would miss them and the sushi too. Just the look of lake would bring back memories whenever he would visit, like when he was ten. His Grandfather Yabe brought him to the mountain and they camped out there until he got scared, then they went to a hotel and acted as if they stayed all night. It was their little secret. Sniffing he turned his head when he heard foot steps. "Alex the train is about to leave." It was his grandmother. Alex smiled ear to ear and hugged the little four foot eleven inch women. For him he nearly had to be on his knees to hug her for he was two feet taller. "Don't worry I'll be up there in a minute to say by to grandfather and little Taku, their dog." The old lady pulled him down just enough to mess up his hair. Laughing Alex stood up and mad his way to the house and say his last good byes. Who knows it could be another year or three before he got to see them.

[sorry if the sample rp is shorter I usually can do more, if it helps any I play nathan jakobs and zachary green as well :/]

Must be Rouerie

[gabrielle1695]

First Name: Gabrielle

Last Name: Delailes

Age: 15

Appearance: hazel eyes, lightly tanned skin, long, wavy brown hair (inheriting beauty from both parents, but especially her mother, who is of a small veela descent).

History: Born to a veela/pure blood tahitian mother and french/british father, Gabrielle was born/partly raised in her homeland of Tahiti, also the birthplace of where her parents met. It all started in the summer of '91 on the coast of the island of tahiti as a young, greatly beautiful woman walked along the sea's edge. Not noticing where she walked, she clumsily stumbled upon a handsome young man, a foreiner, reading a book of wizardry. Even though he found it surprising, the man was stunned by her beauty. But just as the girl was going to frantically leave, she saw the young man grimace in pain as he clenched his left leg. He was hurt! She, full of kindness came to him and somehow, healed him! Both sat down conversing of how they were there and the past; the girl being a member of an ancient bloodline of native healers, chiefs, and especially priests/shaman possessing magical abilities, while the man was a so called 'auror' in europe, having to also share magical abilities and knowledge from attending a wizarding school called "Hogwarts." The two fell quickly in love as the best of friends, got married, and soon had a child of their own, Gabrielle. As a young child, Gabrielle lived with her parents in French Polynesia and was later sent to hogwarts in england when her father had to go there for buisness. The space between her parents and herself soon ended when many years later, both of her parents and she moved to France. With her parents now presently residing there, she now has to go to school and attend the Beauxbatons Academy of magic.

Personality: Gabrielle inherits traits from both of her parents (such as the ability of magic). From her mother, she possesses the artistic ability of being creative/inventive in the art of painting, and even learning other styles of art through her native tahitian culture. As from her father, she has the cunning, curious, and sharp mind of knowledge as well as the trait of braveness when it comes to discovering something new, or facing her worst fears. When you first see her, she seems like a reserved, timid girl, but is really someone of great talent and values, being kind and sticking up/caring for herself and others no matter the circumstances.


Sample RP:
It had been about half a year since gabrielle had moved from her tranquil homeland of the tahitian islands, and now she was in a car, in Paris, France (one of the most amazing, yet busy cities she had ever seen), away from home, and on the way to her new school- le Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons, or the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. At the thought of a new school, this school, she thought to herself "I can't believe i'm actually going there! A school away from home besides hogwarts, new teachers, classes, people to meet! I can't wait!" Just then, she paused...."Wait a minute, shouldn't I be afraid? What is I'm no good for them? or, what if the curriculum is too hard? How will I survive?!!" the car stopped with a bump. As Gabrielle stepped out of the car, she was dumb-struck by the size of the palace, decorated by numerous blues and silver (even the students were beautiful in the school colors), not even noticing the little stone in front of her. She then clumsily tripped and fell flat on her face on the marble and alabaster floor.
Two kids her age then helped her up as a gesture of help, one a boy, and the other a girl. In fact, they were twins. As Gabrielle helped herself up to her feet, she thanked the two and almost headed off when boy of the pair suddenly caught her and introduced himself saying "oh. you must be new here! bonjour and welcome to beauxbaton's! let me show you around campus, you must be really confused. haha" He was quite handsome and he and his sister were exceptionally nice. So, she followed them around and realizing it wasn't that bad, she said in her mind while smiling to herself, "I guess papa was right. All I have to do is Do my best and have fun. Plus, now that I'm here, I'll always have a home to go to, a family, and now, just maybe.... a new friend."

Must be Cossu

[Emily Hadley]

First Name: Hayley
Last Name: Lemontiere
Age: 17
Appearance: 1 2

History: Hayley was born on the 11th of November, 1990. Right from the start she was treated like a princess, being the daughter of two very influential pure bloods, Alexandra Witt and Pierre Lemontiere.
Growing up, she was home schooled and had absolutely no friends, except for the daughter of a maid. At first, Elle, the daughter of the maid Victoria, thought Hayley was a spoiled brat. But soon she discovered that Hayley was just a normal girl like any other and she didn't even like how her life was going.
She never got to go out of the mansion's gates, even though she asked for it many times, begged even. From watching tv she knew how life could be and she really wanted to find out for herself. She wanted to go to amusement parks, chill out at the mall, have a boyfriend and get her first kiss. But if it was up to her parents, she would marry some 'handsome' wealthy guy who she didn't even know, nor would want to know.
She wanted adventure! So she made a plan with Elle to escape her parents' mansion. Elle would stay behind, because she wouldn't leave without her mother. Hayley got out of there, but not easily. The whole mansion swarmed with maids and business friends of her father, so she had to sneak out quietly. She was seen once by one of the maids, but luckily she got out of the mansion before anyone could catch her.
Hayley ran far away from the mansion and only stopped when she got to a pond, far on the other side of town. What followed was a lifestyle of sleeping on benches in the park, spending what money she had on food and dying her hair.
Then one day, an owl found her and brought her a letter which changed her life forever. On top of the letter stood in marvellous writing: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..

Personality: Hayley tends to be a bit conservative and snappy at times. One time a girl who worked in a clothing store asked her about what kind of work she does and Hayley totally freaked out and yelled at her to mind her own business. So believe me, don't ask her about herself if you don't want a fight.
Obviously, she doesn't have a lot of people skills, due to her lack of friends, but she actually wants friends more than anything. Sadly, her attitude stands in the way of that, which is a real shame. Once you get to know her, she's a really sweet girl and very helpful. If you ever want someone who'll listen to you, she's the girl for the job.
Hayley's very insecure, but can you blame her? And boys...well let's say she has no idea about that subject, other than those cheesy chick flicks.
Overall, she's a sweet, yet rebellious girl.

Sample RP: From the moment Hayley got the letter from Beauxbatons, she was thrilled to go there. A school! With teenagers! She had always been homeschooled and never got to see anyone her age, except for Elle of course.
Oh how she missed Elle, she was the only one who actually understood how Hayley felt. But Elle couldn't leave the mansion, not without her mother. Elle and her mother were like best friends, Hayley always envied Elle for that. Alexandra was far from a best friend to her, Hayley wouldn't even consider her a good mother.
Hayley wrote Elle a letter, telling her about Beauxbatons and asking her to come with her, but Elle said that if she was meant to go there, she would have gotten the letter herself as well. That did make sence, however sad it may be.
Looking around her, Hayley again found herself surrounded by people who were relaxing in the bright summer sun. There were families enjoying a nice picnic, but also kids swimming in the pond for as long as they could, seeing as the park keepers keep sending them away.
Looking to her left, she suddenly saw a boy and a girl, walking hand in hand and looking at eachother like they're in love. The girl says something in the boy's ear and gives him a kiss on his cheek, making him smile brightly. Hayley had never felt anything like that, but she knew it would be great.
Oh how she yearned for friends... Hopefully she would make some at school, oh man she was so excited. It would be like a fresh start for her, getting a new chance. Let's hope for the best...

Why did she escape? Just for the heck of it? What happened to the friend? I think you need a bit more in your personality section and definitely more in your RP sample.

EDITED

Sorry but I don't see where you fixed the History. The reason for running away and what happened to the friend?

The reason is that she never got to get out of there and she wanted to get a taste of life. The friend stayed at the mansion because she wanted to stay with her mother. I added that in more detail than the first time.

Well see, how was I suppose to know that if you don't post it. lol

Must be Sournois

You probably won't read this anymore, but I did post that after your first reply... But it doesn't matter. I was actually hoping for Sournois, for a nice plot. Thanks

[hiddenmoon]

First name: Kaylee
Last name: Crawford
Age: 17
Appearance:

History: Kaylee was born to Pam and Samuel Crawford, both pure bloods. Her father atttended Hogwarts, while her mother attended Beauxbatons. Wanting her daughter to take after her, she dreamed that she would enroll her at Beauxbatons.

At age she started to show interest in arts and magic. Doodling here and there and dancing. She loved to watch her parents make potions and perrform spells.She one day asked her father if he could teach her, how to make potions. She learned very quickly and hoped that one day she could mix her art with magic teaching.

For a few years, her parents sent her to live with her aunt Betrice who thought a college class on art and poetry. Kaylee became fascinated with Poe, Blake, and Miltion. Soon enough she fell in love with it and started to express her own morbid feelings. Along with all her poetry, she drew a picture to match the scene. Her aunt also coached her in lyrical dancing to express her deep feelings.

Personality: Kaylee is a very quiet person. She would rather observe a person first before speaking to them. She always wonders what makes a person tick and a lot of times that shows. Sometimes she is very philosophical which she loves to play with people minds.

Sometimes it takes her awhile to warm up to people, but when she does most find her fun to be with. There is never a dull moment with her and always knows how to make someone smile if they are down. Very caring, she would do anything to bring someone’s spirit up.

She is a free-spirit, always doing something creative to express her emotions. Expression is very important to her, even though she finds of doing it in morbid ways.

Sample rp: A soft breeze wrapped around Kaylee’s body as she walked gracefully through the crowd of people. The moon beamed down on her skin, kissing her in a delicate ray of love. Crossing her arms, her lips swayed in rythem of her black heels hitting the ground.

Her brown eyes moved from the moon to the crowd outside. Everyone softly whispered as if telling a secret, but she knew what was going on. Softly, but with a firm grip she placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. The other female turned around with a smile.

“Nice to see that you finally made the meeting,” the young women purred then kissed her on the cheek for a greeting. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Kaylee whispered in return.

Slowly, Kaylee slide her hand into her pocket and pulled out her wand. The daggers were already lined up and she knew the ritual was almost ready to began. The crowd, moved quickly and formed a circle. Closing her eyes, Kaylee whispered, “Luna,” and they were ready to begin.

Must be Cossu

[diane]

First Name: Diane
Last Name: Levesque
Age: 18
Appearance: Megan Fox

History:

Diane grew up in a rather large manor. She was the only child which was why is was so spoiled as a little girl and most would call her a selfish brat. When she was bad, her father beat her but otherwise she was a spoiled girl. At frequent dinner parties, most of her parents family friends (consisting of many Dark Witches and Wizards) would call her a cute little girl since she had that cute little baby face but little did they know she was a monster of evil inside.

As she grew up in her rich society and surroundings, her parents taught her magic, some dark and some normal. They told her about Beauxbatons, they knew and she knew that Diane was destined to be evil.As her letter came, no surprise. Diane and her parents went shopping for her school stuff. Most expensive robes of course.

In her fourth year near December, the news came that her parents where killed behind their back thanks to Aurors who found evidence of Dark Magic and had killed her parents. Diane made an oath right then and there that she will avenge her parents death. After her school days, she became a dark witch in which she stands today.

Personality:

Diane is a very cold witch indeed. Although her brisk tone and her empty, cold eyes, she likes to have fun with men. She always makes sure things are done on time and believes in harsh punishments if not done right. Diane expects everything to be in order and everyone respect her throughly. Diane has two sides to her, one is the one she mostly uses, her dark side and when she says dark, she means it. Dark magic she uses to torture. She is cruel to others and her favourite hobby is taunting, she always makes sarcastic remarks and always gets a temper.

On the other hand, she is very flirtatious and loves to tease men in her cunning ways. She has a bit of attitude towards her fellows but that is just how she is. Diane hates muggles, halfbreeds and blood traitors. Anyone who crosses her path with the wrong attitude is dead indeed, for she won't hesitate to kill. Her attitude is strong and straight up cold and cruel.


Sample RP:

7 years ago was the day. It was a rather rainy day the day Diane got her letter for Beauxbatons. She was sitting on the couch in her bedroom of her beloved mansion, reading her parents book on the dark arts. Flipping her hair as well as the page, she smirked as she read some useful spells. Just then, a knock came upon her door, with an irritated sigh, she looked up. "Come in!" she said with a hint of snobbishness in her tone. Her house elf, Teddy had just walked in holding a letter of rather elegance. "A letter for the miss," squeaked the house elf as Diane snatched it and shooed the disgusting creature out of her room. Diane teared the letter curiously and opened the letter. Scanning it, her eyes lit up as she dashed out of her room and down the grand stairwells to her mother in the living room. "Now now princess, I told you not to run in the manor," her mother stated with a frown. Diane instead snickered and went over to her. "Look mother, I got my letter at last," she said smugly as she shoved the letter in her mother's hand with deep grace as she took a seat beside her beautiful and young mother.

Must be Sournois

[harlow]

First Name:

Harlow

Last Name:

Larouche

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Harlow

History:

Harlow Lacey Larouche, as her parents deemed her August 4th seventeen years ago, was born the first, and so far only, child of her parents Pierre and Molly Larouche. Her father, born and raised in Lyon, France, met her mother while his family vacationed in Canada. There, the world wind romance began. Her father moved from his home in Lyon to be with her mother in the small town she lived in just inside of Vermont. Neither family was too thrilled with the other family, one being a prominent French family, the other a middle class American family who barely made it. Yet, the two still loved each other.

However, because of all the negative things from both families, the two set out on their own, barely keeping contact with family. But when the two announced they were expecting their first child, Molly’s family came back into their lives for their granddaughter, still not approving of the choice Molly made. They just felt they needed to be a part of Harlow’s life. She really loved her grandparents when she was younger, too. They took care of her, and as much as she knew they hated it, forced her to learn about her French heritage. They always felt that she needed to learn about the other half of her. Gladly her father helped, wanting hid daughter to know all about the place he was from. Soon enough her grandparents saw the same thing in her father that her mother did, a sweet genuine gentleman who cared for the two women in his life, the women he claimed to be the most important things to him.

Then by the time Harlow was nine, her grandfather died of a heart attack. Not too long after, two and a half years to be exact, her grandmother passed away due mostly to her loneliness. By the time she was twelve, her parents decided to move out to Paris simply to get away. It wasn’t hard to adjust to the new lifestyle. First of all, she knew the language up down as her dad made sure she knew it. Second, she just got along with people, that was the people who were willing to get to know her. Because of her looks, Harlow was often underestimated. Yet, she always found her place, never the most popular, but never alone. She did have a rather large group of friends which made her very well rounded.[

Now, Harlow is attending Beauxbatons. She doesn’t know why she’s here aside from the fact that she is apparently what they call a muggle born. So, being at this sort of school does make her nervous. It‘s only a matter of time before she finds out if she‘ll fit in just as well here as she did in muggle school, or if she’ll ever understand why she’s here.

Personality:

It very simple. People either love Harlow or hate her. There has never been an in-between.

The better part of Harlow, the one that her family and friends saw, was all around sweet. She was not only book smart, but people smart as well. She found it easy to relate to people just because she was so open to new people. That and she liked to help. To her friends, she’s amazing. Her heart might as well be pure gold. She laughs. She smiles. When people take the time to get to know her, they really like her, but mostly because she takes the time and effort to get to know the person they are. She makes for an amazing friend and confidant.

However, to her enemies, she might as well be feared. She doesn’t take well to people making fun of her or making her the butt of their jokes. Yet, Harlow doesn’t cry over it. Oh, no, Harlow is pretty much a brat when it comes to that sort of thing. She hates people thinking they can down to her or behind her back because she’s not like them. And she won’t let them think it for that long. However, Harlow has a small problem with harboring those feelings. But she’s really good at holding a grudge, if you consider that a good thing.

Sample RP:

Big blue eyes blinked as Harlow stood there watching the people on the street pass by. She found herself in some sort of park about a half mile from her home. She left due to the yelling between her parents. It scared her a little. They never argued before. She knew why they were arguing now. It was that stupid letter from that school. Magic? Was this a scam? She could feel one of those stupid girls at school doing this to her. Sending her off to some fake magic school would be the best prank ever. Oh, boy, would those girls get it when she saw them again.

Then again that letter wasn’t delivered by mail, rather by an owl. That Harlow found quite odd. What was going on? Why was she deemed so lucky to be pushed off to some magical boarding school? She knew that was what her parents were fighting about, whether or not to let her go. She didn’t want to, in many ways. Then again, part of her wanted to welcome this new experience with open arms. She was just upset with how it made her parents react. She never heard them yell at one another. And she had never been in the position where they wanted her to take sides. She had to leave before it came to that.

Harlow walked her way over to the swings where she sat. She lightly swung back and forth. She waiting for her friend Samantha to come. She had called and told her everything. Though, she didn’t have to mention about the war going on between her parents, as her friend heard that over the phone. ‘Hey, Harlow,’ came the familiar voice from behind her. ”Hi, Sam” she continued to swing. Her friend took the swing beside her. Samantha was smaller than Harlow. She was pretty much the girl every one else envied. Still she spoke to the outcast who hardly fit in with the rest of her group.

’So,’ her friend started, ’I think you should go to this new school.’ That was all Harlow needed she wanted her friends approval. ”You think?” as smile forming across her feet as she glanced up from the ground to her friend. ”I think I may.”

The conversation continued on, Sam encouraging Harlow to go for it and do something for herself, a new journey, she called it. By now both girls were standing talking about everything that had happened since they met a few years ago. ”I’ll write you,” she promised as they went there separate ways. ’You better,’ she yelled back at her. And with that, she had determined, to Beauxbatons it was.

[Blah! It‘s horrible. My muse is low.]

Must be Rouerie

[lauretta]

First Name:Lauretta

Middle Name:Hunter

Last Name:Edwards

Age:17

Appearance:

History: Lauretta Edwards was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina on November 1st to two (muggle) rebellious young teenagers, her mother Jacqueline had only been 17 when Lauretta was born, her mother had been a very fragile girl and was terribly ill when Lauretta was born and in result died only a couple hours after her one (and only child) had been born. Lauretta’s father, Trevor Edwards, was left to care for her alone. Her father carried on to suffer from depression (caused By Jacqueline’s death) and decided that it would be best if he and his only daughter were to leave the country and all the memories that resided on the land.

From there they moved to Suffolk, England and Trevor who was 19, was still considered to be too young to have the responsibility of an actual child, and was having a very difficult life. Many of the people young Lauretta and her father met were kind enough to help them live their lives, and of course the two youngsters were incredibly grateful. One family in particular, The Beales family, extremely helped Lauretta and Trevor, from offering to pay for groceries, to purposing to pay their bills. Almost instantly the two refused to take such offers.

As Lauretta grew older and into her teen years, she had befriended the Beales’ oldest son: Nathan. Who, as time passed by, became her first love… as it would be called. Lauretta Edwards didn’t have much, but still she was well and proud of her surname and her father, but that soon changed. Things had been going fine, but something bad on the horizon and approaching, Lauretta could feel it. Nathan, had fallen unwell and since the day he became sick, he only last a week before he finally died; his family dwelled over his death for almost a year before finally leaving. Lauretta couldn’t take it, she constantly blamed herself for it, and the question that continually popped into her head was Why was everyone leaving her? What had she done wrong?

Her father was the next one to leave, this time Lauretta didn’t cry, she only watched her father die in disbelief and awe. From that moment on, after losing everyone she ever loved Lauretta ended up on the streets (at the age 14 ½), bartering for food and drinks, sometimes even bartering for her own life. Almost every shop owner and bartender in London came to Know Lauretta Edwards, at night before the bars closed she’d slip in offer the little bit of money she had for something to drink. A lot of the owners were fooled by her age, believing she was 18, which was the drinking limit in England, others pitied the young poor, but stunning girl and offered her water.

It was probably when she turned 17 that Lauretta Edwards ended up at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, she had been told she was special, her whole life nothing...special had happened. Personally it all came as a blank to Lauretta, but she went with the flow and accepted her new home with not one complain.

Personality:After losing everyone that Lauretta had grown to love and cherish, there was only one thing Lauretta could become. Emotionless. People believe she had a heart of coal, her dark pained eyes always seemed to tear someone up from the inside. She had learnt to not love, for she had learnt it would only lead to loss, and although Lauretta seemed to not a have a care in the world…losing someone else would rip Lauretta’s heart apart.

She (obviously) refused to show her emotions, although deep inside she felt each sensation inside with a burning flame. Lauretta was incredibly intelligent, she was clever and extremely independent (something she had learnt after leaving on the streets). She is daring, and adventurous, loyal despite her coldness, tremendously sarcastic and greatly brave. People sometimes thought Lauretta acted this way to grab attention…but no. It came Naturally.

Sample RP:

The silent pub was beginning to empty, the lights dimmed after each hour and more and more…drinkers began to drunkenly stagger out from behind the wooden door. The blood-streaked night sky and its scattered twinkling stars seemed to be the only light for miles.

Lauretta Edwards was leaning against the wall near the front door, her thin arms crossed on her chest and her right leg crossed over her left, the hood of her black jacket was overshadowing her stunning pale face, her slim and slender figure was giving off some sort of aura, an aura that was a mixture of darkness and light. It was frightening, but alluring. Her beautiful eyes were closed and her head was hanging low, she was listening through the window next to her.

And finally after just standing there for about an hour, her statue-like figure moved and she raised her head to look around her. The shadow that hid her face, faded and an angelic face was seen. Lauretta smirked as she felt the feeling of random success overcome, she took a deep breath and then pushed open the door and entered the quiet pub, her hips moved rhythmically as she walked between tables and seats.

“Excuse me…may I have a glass of water?” Her cold voice asked, the bartender turned and looked her over, he let a thin smile appear and then approvingly nodded. Lauretta pulled out a couple bronze coins from the pocket of her faded blue jeans and dropped them one by one on the table.

The bartender could not stifle a laughter as he focused into her eyes, murderous they were. He placed a crystal glass of clear water on the counter and then placed his hands on the coins and pushed them toward him, “You have fun with that” He coughed,obviously surprised she had not asked for alcohol like most people did. Lauretta looked up at him and then smirked again.

“Oh I will, don’t worry I’ll leave as soon as I finish…it won't ruin the look of this...pub” She cooed with a thick suffolk accent, and then rolled her eyes and sat on one of the tall stools of the counter. The bartender watched her several moments as she raised the glass gracefully to her flawless lips and let the icy drink slip down her throat. Something frightened the bartender, but something wouldn’t let him leave her side.

As the rules state you must have a first and last name. It even needs to be your display name, not just stated in the application.

Must be Sournois

[izzie]

First Name:

sabella 'Izzie' Marie Chanel

Last Name:

Jacobs

Age:

Sixteen

Appearance:

Izzie

History:

Genevieve and Alexander were the golden couple at Hogwarts. Everyone loved him and though they would be together forever but when Genevieve got pregnant at the age of 16, Alexander wanted nothing to do with her. So much for love right? Genevieve was heartbroken. Once she started showing, her classmates were cruel and left her no choice but to leave school.

She was welcome with open arms to Beauxbatons and attended her final school years there. Beauxbatons was always very supportive. Genevieve never heard from Alexander again but she heard that he joined with Death Eaters back in England. On November 13th, Isabella Chanel Marie Jacobs was born and her mother made the choice of not telling her about her father until she was old enough to understand.

Izzie grew up with just her and her mom. She always thought of her mom as her best friend. They did everything together. It wasn't until Izzie was eleven when she first entered school, that her mom got a steady job. Genevieve became a chaser on a quidditch team. Izzie never understood how her gorgeous mother could play such a sport or any sport for that matter. Izzie was more into fashion. She had been making her own clothes since she was 10. It made her different and she liked that.

When she turned 15, her mom finally told her about her father and Izzie was on a mission to find him. She finally did get in contact with him but everything she went to met him, he always let her down by not showing up. Izzie ended giving up on it and if her father wanted to see her, he would find her himself.

Sample RP:

Izzie had wondered upon the library today and was surprised. No, that something like a library existed. Surprised that she'd never seen it before. Okay, so maybe Izzie was the academically smart student in the school but she still knew what a library was. Thinking it would be smart to go in to maybe study since she was nearly failing Potions and flirting didn't go over much with Slughorn. Study may be a good idea now. Plus if she failed, her mom would kill her. An angry mom was a scary mom.

Grabbing books about potions left and right, the blonde flung them down on a desk with a bang only to be shushed by the librarian. Izzie blushed and sat down pulling her own Potions textbook from her bag. She scanned over the chapter the class was on not understanding any of it. Why did she have to take potions anyway? It's not like it was going to help her with her career choice. Izzie wanted to open her own boutique in Hogsmeade so what did Potions have to do with that?

She blew her bangs off her eyes so she could see the book clear. Reading a little more, she groaned. This wasn't helping. She was just even more confused. Izzie began to think about what if she did fail Potions, would it be that big of a deal? She slumped her head on the desk and felt hopeless. This was going to be the end of her. It was a beautiful day and somehow she ended up in the library. She could be outdoors but no...she was trying to understand the making of a Polyjuice potion. What fun!

You completely missed the Personality section.

[cerise18]

First Name: Cerise
Last Name: Knight
Age: 17
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History:
Cerise Knight was bought up in Paris by her mother, a young veela-blood witch named Melodie Le'Guine.
Her father, Tom Knight, was an English wizard who met, and fell in love with her mother when on holiday in France for the summer.

Her mother fell pregnant with Cerise over the summer, but her father had to return to England leaving the mother to bring up Cerise alone. Her father never came back to France to find them.

Cerise was born on the 7th February 1991, in a hospital in Paris.
Her mothers side of the family were all Veela-blood, and because she had not known her father, she classes herself as a Veela.
Although she was born and raised in France, and her mother tounge is french, she is fluent in English, and Italian.

Cerise had always been home schooled by her mother, up until recently. Her mother became ill, too ill to keep schooling Cerise, and so came to the decision to send Cerise to Beauxbatons.

Cerise had always been told by her mother to respect all those of different blood types, and not to discrimnate against half blood, muggle borns or any other blood-type, which Cerise has always abided by.

Personality:
Cerise is a bright and bubbley girl, who likes to have a laugh. She makes friends quite easily and is an easy person to talk to.

She is a loyal and trusted friend to those who are close to her.
She makes the most out of any kind of situation.

All this aside, she is a protective person when it comes to friends and family, and has a 'if you mess with them, I'll mess with you' attitude to people who upset those closest to her.

She is very strong minded and opinionated, and can sometimes say the wrong thing without thinking, as well as arguing to defend her views and opinions.

Sample RP:
Cerise walked through the park in a daze...
there was a light breeze catching at her emerald summer dress.
Her blonde curls hung loosely around her shoulders.
She had her favorite book 'Atonement' tucked under one arm.
She looked around for somewhere to sit and read, it was the first time she'd had time to walk down to the park since the previous summer.
She let out a sigh, she loved Paris, there was something refreshing about living there.

It was a bright day, the sun was shining, and the Eiffel Tower looked beautiful surrounded by lush green trees.
The park was buzzing with crowds of tourists, all there to see the amazing views from the top of the tower, taking photos and talking loudly amongst themselves.

She walked over to a patch of grass, and sat down facing the sun.
She picked up the book she had carried under her arm, and opened it onto the page that had a folded corner at the top, and started to read.

'He stared at her, lips slightly parted. He really had changed in five years. The hardness in his gaze was new, and the eyes were smaller and narrower, and in the corners were the firm prints of crows' feet...'

She must have fallen asleep or something because she awoke to the sound of her name being called.
'Cerise! wake up!'
She looked around to see her friend Amelie running over.
She smiled and waved to her friend, and then concern crept over her.

Amelie stopped infront of her, her face full of worry,
'Cerise, it's your mum, somethings wrong. Shes been taken into hospital, you have to go to her right away. I'll take you there,' and in a flash the two girls were running off out of the park and along the streets to the hospital...

Must be Rouerie

[edmondwallace]

First Name: Edmond
Last Name: Wallace
Age: 16
Appearance:

Edmond reaches about 5 foot 11, but is still definitely growing.
History:

The birth of Edmond James Wallace on August 4th was not routine for even the wizarding world. Most births do not have the ridiculously famous and wealthy apparent at the time of birth, family friends including the Minister of Magic, the Weird Sisters, or Gilderoy Lockhart. Most births are greeted with a birth certificate and a few cards and presents, but in the case of Edmond, the cover page of Witches Weekly was devoted to his “adorable” baby photos. It is quite safe to say that the birth and life of Edmond Wallace was extraordinaire among the extraordinary. From the time of birth on, Edmond was surrounded entirely by wealth. His six acre manor in Uptown London could hardly be scoffed out, carefully enclosed with security wizards and fountains with dragons spewing water from their mouths in place of fire. A big black iron fence shielded the Wallace’s house to enclose the luxury within. His father, Briston Wallace, was a highly ranked official in the Ministry, and rolled in the gold. His mother, Chryanthamum, was a simple housewife whose job was to look pretty. Both of Edmond’s parents did everything possible to spoil him and set him to be the soul heir of their fortune. As an only child, he enjoyed plenty of time with his parents and plenty personally fitted Armani child suits. Following suite of his French ancestry and most of his family, Edmond took to taking the Beauxbatons route of schooling. His parents felt that the education he would receive at the Academy would be much more classy and valuable for Edmond, and also did not want to run the risk of sending him to Hogwarts, which was flooded with wars and battles and deaths.


Personality:
Don't let the innocent boyish features and baby smile fool you, Edmond Wallace is far from the stereotypical nice guy. Blessed with good looks and fortune, Edmond had become spoiled and snobbish from day one, often treated specially and exclusively by much of the people he came into contact with. Although Edmond is exceptionally brilliant, he is used to get his way, and only his way, whether or not he deserves it. Conceited would definitely be an understatement, as Edmond very clearly believes he is one of the most handsome creatures to ever walk the earth. However, he does not let his snobbish and conceited way get in the midst of his social life, and is known for being quite the popular charmer. He enjoys social events, and is very good at putting on a nice and innocent personality to his classmates as well as his teachers. Edmond enjoys it when girls swoon over him, and takes his careful time to charm and woo girls (notice this is not a singular word). Edmond believes very clearly that he is right all the time about everything, when he has really been sheltered from the world he doesn't want to see all of his life. For someone who is known to be very sexually and socially active, Edmond is very innocent when it comes to the rest of the world, and anything that doesn't please him is ignored. He also is very prejudice when it comes to who he associates himself with. He very strongly believes that someone who will not give him a push forward in his reputation (whether by money, fame, or physical looks) is not worth his time. The 'little people' give Edmond no interest at all, and he tends to ignore them all together. Edmond is very, very vain, and spends more time perfecting his raven locks of hair than most girls. He prides himself on looking good, and refuses to go anywhere without a good thirty or forty minutes in front of a mirror. He also prides himself on a fit, healthy body, running around the grounds and lifting weights are a hobby of his.

Sample RP:
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For the first time in what seemed liked months, Edmond Wallace found himself thriving in his natural habitat. There was nothing about parties that he could find that was negative, except perhaps being slumped over in class from lack of sleep. Edmond, of course, had plenty of remedies for sleep deprivation. Not that he was really expecting anything exciting for the party in the Sournois quarters. Too many Professors and Prefects were darting in and out of any fun bit of a mess that he would try to stir up. The better parties would come a bit later in the year, when everyone was distracted more by their exams and class work to care enough to try to stop any large and potentially destructive event. That didn’t stop Edmond from giving the party a shot, and he fully expected to enjoy himself, whether he had loose enough reigns to party his way or not.

Quidditch was the excuse to party, but Edmond honestly couldn’t give a care that the Sournois team had destroyed Cossu. The snobby boys in their prissy looking Quidditch robes were all burly and angry looking, and he couldn’t bother pretending to be intrigued about their game. However, if winning a match (which seemed to be a rare occurrence lately) gave him a reason to party, then by all means, Quidditch was his new favorite sport.

As soon as he had came down the stairs leading up to his dormitory, he found himself swarmed by people offering him a butterbeer, which he found repulsing for the most part, and girls grinding up to him in time with the beat of the music that someone had blasted. At first, the incessant banging and cluttering drove him insane, but within a half hour or so, he was feeling significantly less annoyed and began to feel a bit more at home with the party, as boring as it already was.

The crowd drew him in like a powerful summoning charm, and he was surrounded with the high pitched giggles of girls trying to yack it up to him, and he did his best to pretend like he cared and attempted to act charming. He honestly didn’t care about how he had “missed the best game of a century”, he just wanted to do something remotely interesting, which included a few choice options, and the most appealing of these was grabbing a pretty girl from across the room and slipping into a broom closet for some snogging.

Well you were right, Sournois it is lol.

[agatha]

First Name: Agatha

Last Name: Warren

Age: 343 but her appearance is of a 17 year old girl

Appearance: Agatha

History:

Agatha Christina Warren was born in England in 1665. Both her parents were pure blooded wizards and so they had to live in a piece of land that was safely tucked away from civilization. It was a piece of land in London, where her father had a coco plantation and worked very hard to feed his family. But because of their wizard’s heritage, they were followed many times by various villagers, no one wanted a witch near their children as at the time, witches were burnt at the stake. They weren’t a wealthy family so they had no means to provide a secure protection for their children. Agnes has a brother that was younger than her, while she was 17 at the time, he was sixteen; they were always in quarrels but they loved each other like family, without resentment.

One night Agatha felt thirsty and went downstairs to get a glass of water, her kitten Raya, walked on her feet and then ran outside. She was afraid the kitten would never find its way home so she ran after it, into the dark woods that surrounded the back side of the house. She ran and ran until she had no air in her lungs; she knelt on the floor and tried to breathe when she finally got some air, she stood up only to find that there were five people around her, they were pale and looked nothing like normal humans. A man walked forward and against Agatha’s will, he bit her neck and sucked her blood; she pleaded and screamed, she didn’t want to die. The man felt guilty and instead of killing her, he turned her into a vampire, which was even worse.

Half dead and hungry for blood, Agatha ran home to tell her parents what had just happened, and maybe there was a cure. Once she reached the house, she could only see flames, her home was being burnt down, and she could her mother and brothers screams but there was nothing she could so. She has no idea who set the ire, if it were the vampires or the village people, she wanted revenge but since revenge was a dish best served cold, she waited and waited. Days passed and she got thinner because she refused to eat flesh and drink blood until it finally became clear that she was a vampire and she just had to deal with it. She joined the vampire community and lived in England for a couple of years, she then immigrated to various other countries such as the United States; she saw horrible things happen there but what struck her most were teh wars that happened around the world, wars between muggles mostly.

Every year she would get a letter for a school of wizardry called Beauxbatons but she never cared about it, she was a vampire and there was no place for her there. A century passed by and the letters still kept on coming, it turned annoying once she had to rip the same letter every year and after a century she was tired of living in the same place with the same people so she went to France where she found new victims and new people to live with. Two more centuries of ripping letters passed by and she just felt that it was time to go to school. She was a witch, a vampire witch, which meant she knew how to use a wand, it was more out of curiosity, she did want to learn more things which she had never got the chance to learn and besides, the people she was hanging out with were total ignorants, no good for her. She just wondered if she would be accepted into the academy.


Personality:

Agatha is a quiet person though she speaks everything that comes to her mind; she knows how to use words and often hurts people with them more than she ought to. She prefers to be alone than accompanied and she holds her emotions, she doesn’t let people see how she feels because most of the time she feels abandoned. Agatha speaks very little of her family and of her past, she thinks that she’s better off with the thought that it happened once and now everything is gone. She is brave and loyal though one must know her very well to trust her; she usually has a scary look on her face. Most of her friends are dead, she never ages or gets sick but unfortunately they did and died, the other vampires aren’t what she would call family; they’re just part of the community she’s in. She has various weaknesses, though the most significant is the love that people sometimes show, but she hates it when people show her pity, it makes her want to rip their throats out.


Sample RP:

There was nothing that could hide the expression on the girls face. Even if she tried to not reek of death, she couldn’t. Since pointy fangs had pierced her luscious skin, she’d been in denial, there was a strong need for food but vegetables and cereals no longer satisfied her. She needed blood; she knew that that was the only thing that would save her from the slow death she was now turning to, she was stupid and arrogant for thinking she didn’t need blood to live. Her small body collapsed onto the ground, her dashing red hair falling to her face, her eyes tried to keep themselves open but she was very weak, so weak that she didn’t move a single finger. Agatha’s breathing was slow but not steady, she was running out of air and would soon die; it was better to die than to live a vampire life, a cursed life.

Agatha turned around to face the night sky, her hand laid on her chest. For a few moments her irises were captured by the sparkling stars, they were mesmerizing and threw her conscience of everything that was happening around her; her parents were killed, she had nowhere to live and she had been bitten by a vampire. The icy fingers on her chest tapped her pale skin lightly, she was in the middle of a forest and was staring at the sky, no one in their right mind would do such thing, but right now she knew nothing about who she was. Like a small alarm, her mind awakened as an owl flew over her body; her heart wasn’t beating, her hand searched around her chest but she found nothing, except for her golden locket; she was dead.

The realization of death hit the girl hard on the head. She was dead and nothing or anyone could change that fact, they had turned her into something worse than a dead body; she was a dead soul. Her cold and piercing eyes didn’t blink; she stood up and turned to her left side for she could feel something looking at her, bright red eyes were looking in her direction. She didn’t move and she felt no fear, she couldn’t die unless someone stabbed her in the heart and the owner of the red eyes wasn’t going to do that. A tall man stepped from behind the bushes and left the shadows, the man that had bitten her, his eyes were no longer red, they had turned to a shade of grey, and his skin was very pale. Agatha smiled at him as he grabbed her hand. “I knew you would understand.” He whispered in her ear; she grabbed his chin and stared at his eyes. “I’m hungry.” Were the only words she muttered, the man chuckled and pulled back his robed. “You have a lot to learn child and there is no need to hurry, we have all the time in the world.”

( I wasn’t sure how vampires get into Beauxbatons, so I hope it’s okay that I said they kept sending her letters.)

Must be Sournois

[karina]

» First Name
Kairina

» Last Name
Swing

» Age
Sixteen

» Appearance
Kairina is a fairly small girl. She doesn't have much meat on her bones, but she is very beautiful. Her skin is soft and pale. Just by looking one would probably think they were looking at a porclain doll. Her skin is almost flawless except for the white scar on her eye. A diagonal scar going across her eye from top to bottom.

As far as hair color goes this girl is different. Her natural hair color is blond. A whiteish blond. Still she likes to expiriment with hair colors and so her hair changes color constantly. She is currently stuck on blond and a hot pink. Kairina liked the way it looked with her skin tone, and her make-up so she decided to keep this color around for a while. Her make-up is different as well. Being normal isn't one thing this girl likes. Usually it's bright colors, and done in different ways. Her hair color and make-up usualy reflects how she is feeling that day.

Clothing is something that Kairina loves to have fun with. There is no set style that she goes for. She has a different variety of clothes, and she does have a good...no...very good selction to choose from. Never would she leave her house without changing at least ten times. Nothing is ever good enough for her.

» History
Kairina Marie Swing took her first breath on March 5^th. She celebrates that every year. Kairina was born into a family of six. She has three older brothers, and Three older sisters. All of whom she gets along with very well. Every family has their story, and every person has their own personal story. Kairinas story begins with how her parents met each other.

Thomas Swing was a very well known man. He was powerful, and was also very very good looking. All the women fawned over him. It was quite sickening acctually. Wherever he went women did things for him. Gave him things, and just tried their best to be this mans wife. It was very simple for Thomas to not take notice to these woman. That wasn't the kind of woman he wanted. He wanted someone who didn't notice him. Someone who he just casually met. Not one that got down on their knees and begged for him. Just a normal person. That's the kind of woman he wanted, but when he asked for that he didn't know how ironic that last statement was until he met her.

Lillyanna Turnpaugh was in her own way very beautiful. She had long blond hair, and was of average weight for a woman in her early twneties. She wore librarians glasses, and read constantly. She was very smart. She wasn't the type of woman to take notice to many things that happened around her, but for the sake of her job she had to sometimes. She worked as the head of the local newspaper. So she knew almost everyone and everything that went on. So she knew Thomas. She just didn't get a kick out of him as all the other woman did. What was so special about this man that the woman couldn't find in other men. Lillyanna was a different type of person though. She wasn't normal. She was a witch. Although she was a witch and attended a magical school for seven years she still didn't accept it, and didn't use magic in her everyday life. She just lived simply as a muggle. Still just in case she kept a wand on her. Mainly for emergencies.

The two of these people met one day in a simple coffee shop. By chance the two of them ran into each other. Litterally. Lillyanna was on her way to a table with a fresh cup of coffee when Thomas looked away for just a second the two collided right into each other. The result was a rather large stain on the front of Lilly's pink blouse. It was hard for this woman to be angry so instead of yelling she simply breathed a few times. With one look though Thomas couldn't get the words out he needed to say. Eventually though they slipped out, and after that day the two of them were inseperable.

Not long after getting married the two of them had their first child. Then the second all the way down to their last child: Kairina. The family lived very well in a huge house. Lillyanna kept her secret hidden. She hoped that none of her children would get that part of her, but her hopes were crashed when the letter came for Kairina. Lilly almost feignted, but didn't, and simply took Kairina aside one day, and explained things to her. It was kind of hard for the teenager to believe, but with her mother insisting that she go she had no other choice. It was something she had to do to keep her mother happy.

» Personality
Kairina kind of has an ocd-ish personality. Everything has to be in it's place, and everything had to be clean. Her nails were always kept clean by oer obsessive digging habit. She could always be seen digging under her nails. She couldn't stand for any part of her body to be dirty. If she felt like it she would drop whatever it is she was doing to go take a shower. That's all part of her ocd.

Other than that though she is a very sweet girl. She cares about everyone, and everything, and tries to make the best out of the worst. Kairina tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but sometimes she is wrong in doing that, and she tells herself that she wont anymore, but being the good hearted girl she is it always happens again, and again. This girl does not have a mean bone in her body. That was just the way she was, and she knew that that is the way she would always be.

» Sample RP
The sun was just beginning to shine on the earth when the beeping of the alarm clock (that sat on the girls bedside table) began. As soon as it started though Kairina's hand was on the snooze button. With a few groans, and after rolling around a few times she finally made the decision to get up out of bed, and face the day. The morning was not her favorite time of the day, but she wasn't one of those people who were cranky, and mean when they got up. Kai sat up in her bed for a minute, and let her eyes adjust to the growing light. After about a minute Kairina was up, and bustling around her dorm. Everything was spotless. Clean and tidy. Just the way she liked it. Things were organized well, and everything looked as if it had been cleaned by hand which it was. Everything in her room was cleaned by her small hands.

Her lithe form made it's way over to the large oak doors of her closet. She opened them and looked inside for something to wear. The clothes were divided by colors, and the jeans were on the right, and her skirts were in the middle, and the shirts, and blouses were on the left. To choose what she would wear she simply closed her eyes, and let her hands pick. Her left hand ran over all the hangers. Until she chose something to cover up her bottom half, and her top half. She held both things up, and looked over them for a moment. After approving them she slipped both things on. What she chose was a jean miniskirt that looked like it have been through a lot, and a light pink top with light blue guitars on it. Kairina moved over to the dresser, and grabbed a pair of purple leggings, and slipped them on. Last but not least was her shoes. A pair of black and white converse shoes. After a quick look in the full length mirror she admired her work, and then went to work on her hair. She simply straightened it, and put a ton of hair spray on it. Her long blond and pink locks were ready for anything.

After she approved her whole outfit she walked out of the dorm, and down the stairs. The best things about not having classes was that you could do anything your heart desired, and today was no different. What her little heart desired was to go meet some of the other students, and the best place to do that was outside. It was better than any other place since that's were most of the students were at this time in the day. Her little legs carried her swiftly down the corridor. One right in front of the other. Until she reached the doors that lead to the courtyard. Kairina opened them, and quickly walked outside. The warm air against her skin was different then the castle. With the air conditioning on it was cool, and being outside felt better to her. With a deep breath of the fresh air Karina put a charming smile on her face, and walked through the green grass looking for her destination. The lake.

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[joseeblanc]

First Name: Josee

Last Name: Blanc

Age: 16

Apperance: Josee has curly blonde hair that falls in beautiful locks down her back. Josee has deep brown eyes that she inheireted from her father Mathieu.

History: Josee was born on a rainy day in Paris, France to Matheiu and Liliane Blanc. She has two older sisters Leone and Yvonne. Yvonne is smart, funny, and generally a very sweet 18 year old. Leone on the other hand is rather rude. Josse considers herself funny, sweet, loyal, and passonite about what she loves (gymnastics).

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