Sorting (Term Ten)

[itachi]

First Name:Abelone
Last Name: Vilfred
Age: 13
Appearance:
History: Abelone is the only child of two Danish citizens. His father, who originally worked for his father in law in the clock repair place. The mother was a house mom. She took care of Abelone ever since he was born. One day, Abelone's parents decided to go to America searching for opportunity and to raise Abelone correctly. They then migrated to Brooklyn, New York in the US. They ended up living in a tenement looking apartment. One with no rooms and with the bathtub in one corner of the apartment. It was pretty crappy but Abelone and his family were no doubt, happy. The father got a job in a grocery store that isn't huge like Wal-Mart. It was almost a generic grocery store. Anyway, he worked as a Janitor and a part time Cashiers. The mother got a job in a laundry Mat, as a part of the cleaning crew.( She's the only one who even bothers going to work. The rest of her colleagues are always gone. So therefore she is left to clean the dumpy laundry mat alone.

One Night, Abelone's father was coming home with a paper bag of groceries from his job and he gets shot in a drive- by by local gangsters. He was pronounced dead in the scene. Te mother was left to raise Abelone and pay the bills alone. The mom got so stressed that she died of a stroke. Abelone is left as an orphan.

By order of the US court, Abelone is sent back o Denmark where other relatives can take care of him. By relatives, I mean his grandparents. The grandparents lived in a small farm. Grandpopa, worked as a watch repairs man. And the Grandmama stayed home and tended the farm and cottage with Abelone's help.


Personality: Abelone is a guy who doesn't talk unless spoken too. He can be funny at times, but most of the time he's just quiet. He's not the type to show off anything. He keeps to himself unless you ask about something, then he will gladly show you. Abelone will always try to smile when socializing. But if he doesn't, he doesn't. (probably sad or angry) He's not dumb, neither is he a genius. His IQ is pretty average.But he does try his best. He loves music. He devotes half of his life to music.Music really does play a huge roll in Abelone's life. Music is the only thing that cheered him up when his parents died. He prefers alternative rock and classical. He in fact plays the violin. He's being taught by his Grandpopa. Abelone doesn't get angry often. He gets angry when you try to mess with him. And he gets furious and will even hit you if you talk bad about his deceased parents.

Sample RP: It was cloudy and depressing outside. Copenhagen was unusually quiet that day. Abelone was walking down the side of the pond thinking about his letter he received from Beauxbatons. He would never thought he was a Wizard. The moment he read the whole letter, he was numb. He had no feeling. He did not know what to feel. Him a Wizard? If this wasn't true, he'd be laughing. But it was.

He picked up a flat stone and tried to skip it in the pond. It did not skip. It sank down to the bottom where it was cold dark and wet. The town clock was ringing. He remembers his father aways taking him to see what was behind that giant clock. That was back in the good ole days. When the thought of leaving to America did not come into any of his family's mind. The ringing clock also meant that he had to go home. It was getting late. But he couldn't tell because of the cloudy sky. It showed no sun. As he walked down the stone paved streets of Copenhagen, back to the farm, he stared blankly ahead. It was about to be supper time. And on the menu was probably vegetable stew. He had no problem with that at all. He didn't mind it.

He was getting nearer to the farm, he could see the field of farm plants ahead. But just barely. Smoke was coming out of the cottage's chimney. That meant that Grandpopa was home. Grandpopa could teach him the violin right after supper everyday. Abelone's grandpopa was proud of his Danish grandson. He stayed tough through the hardest times. And yet he managed to play the violin.

The cottage was just there. He walked in to see his grandpopa sitting on is chair and his grandmama setting up for supper. "How've you been, boy?", said his grandpopa. "I'm fine. And to you?" replied Abelone, as he went and reached for a kiss on the cheeks to his grandpopa. "I am also fine", his grandfather replied. "And how about you, grandmama? How was your day?", he said happily. "It's been fine dearie."Grandmama replied. Abelone went to his grandmother and leaned for a kiss on the cheek. Shortly after, he went to his room to change for supper.

Must be Cossu

[harrypfreek]

First Name: Gabriella
Last Name: Rotangue
Age:13
Appearence: Gabriella Rotangue is young and small, She has blonde, flowing hair, with piercing emerald eyes. She is thin and short. She has no trace of her mother or father on her outward appearence. Shse cares about looking nice for everyone because she needs to look better than her step-parents. Her small ears stay hidden under her hair, and her nose is small and round.
History: Born to two young, poor parents, Gabriella was put in an orphanage with muggle borns. Her mother was pure blood with black, ratty hair, she was evil, and didn't want Gabriella. Her father was a very humble man with pure blood, he was bald, short and plump, forced to put Gabriella in an orphanage, he hung himself in his bathroom, but was found and sent to a mental institution. At age 5 Gabriella was bitten by a werewolf, but only scarred on her arm. The orphanage then let her go because the children where afraid of her. She was forced to live on the streets, and fend for herself. At age 7 she was adopted by a ministry official and his wife. They spoiled her, and gave her everything she wanted. At age 9, she had a house elf named Mini, and was sent to her aunts house in France. 4 years later at age 13 hen she came back from her aunts, herj step parents had a little boy Avery, so Gabriella decided to go to Beauxbatons.
Personality: Spoiled and Hostile Gabriella gets everything she wants, and has no friends, she is willing to do anything to become powerful, but will also change for the good, she is a willing learner, and wants to proove herself to the world and her step parents whom she feel have replaced her.
Sample RP: As Gabriella walked into the door of her step parents house, a little boy about the age of 2 greets her, he tells her that this is his house, and to leave, she tells him no, and starts to walk part him when he shouts a word that Gabriella only recognizes as a spell, "Avada Kadavra" she blocks herself, and runs. She runs into the kitchen, and into her mother, saying "Mommy a little boy just tried to cast a spell on me" Her step mother laughs and says "Who, Avery, Don't be ridiculous, he is only 2." So she ran to her room, only to find it covered with toys and action figures. So she grabbed her bags and climbed out the window, then, for good measures she cast a spell on her "little brother" Her mother calls after her, and she almost looks back, but just almost.

I won't even read an application unless the display name matches the name in the application.

[michela]

First name: Valentina

Last Name: Pendragon

Age:15

Appearance:



History:

Valentina Grew up in a pureblood home She does not remember much of her childhood only that it was dark and hurtful. Valentina first 9 years of life are what she calls perfect. It was just her and her family. It was the happiest times for her there were no problems at all. Everyday her and her mother father and two sisters Would play in the garden, watch movies together, Play Quidditch, but everything changed when Valentina turned 10 Her mother Had become very ill and soon after one of her sisters, A few months later her mother died and her sister soon after. After they died Valentina was no longer the lively girl she used to be everything changed no more movies together and no more walks in the garden. She was lonely without her mother. She soon turned to music and drawing to help her heal. Music and drawing became her passion.

The years passed and Valentina was still in the same fog, But looked to music and art to make her smile. her father tried hard to make her happy but soon realized her passion for singing and drawing were all she needed. Even people in there town were begining to regonize her talents and passed by the house just to try to hear her sing, or to catch her drawing in the window. Now at the age of 15 Valentina reserved a letter in the mail from Beauxbatons. She was know happier then ever


Personality:

Valentina is a very kind person, but is not afraid to stand up and defend herself. She is not shy at all she is very open to people and makes friends very easily. When valentina is given something to do wither it be class work or just something she loves she finds the most creative ways to do it. Lets say you ask her to draw a picture of a chair. She will draw the chair and then add more things to it to make it look nicer, If she goes to a concert instead of buying a shirt of the band she makes her own.

Talents-

Singing, Drawing
Valentina has been singing and drawing since a very young age. She even writes her own music


Sample RP:

Valentina Awoke from the same nightmare that he had been having for weeks. *I’m I ever going to get some sleep* she said to herself as she puts her head between her to hands. she slowly began to stand up. Up she began to walk toward her dresser it was pitch black out but she knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. she reached to open her dresser and pulled out a pare of black jeans, and a graphic tee-shirt and slowly walked out of her room and down the stairs not worrying about making noise since her father and sister were not home. She began to walk toward the forest hoping no one would notice people thought it best for Valentina not to go to were she was about especially after having that nightmare. When she got into the forest she began to run dodging all trees and branches.

She ran for what seemed like hours images going around in her head of her nightmare. She finally came to a stop leaves flying around her. She looked up to the sky and sighed * this is the place *He said allowed still staring at the sky. This was the place were her life changed, were her life had become lonely up until she was accepted to Beauxbatons. This was the place that though she was not there would never forget. This is the place were the hospital were her mother and sister died used to be, this is the place that even though she was happier now would be in her memory forever.

Must be Cossu

[zorrec]

First Name: Cindy Caleigh
Last Name: Zorrec
Age: seventeen
Appearance: Cindy
History:

Living in Germany was not a hard thing, but financially it was difficult for Cindy's parents. Margaret Zorrec, Cindy's mother, was an artist and would forever be. John Zorrec, Cindy's father, was a entrepreneur. So as you can guess they had no time together and raising a child was out of the question. But after two years of hard work painting for a museum and making business deals, Cindy's parents thought of taking a vacation so they did in the countryside of Germany where the beaches were and life-like landscapes. It all seemed nice until one day, a cold and suspicious day a hurricane appeared out of the blue. No one knew this would happen not even the weather casters, no one. Trying to escape, Cindy's parents were seperated. Cindy herself was seperated from her blood parents. And yes...that means that Cindy was adopted by Margaret.

After a week of the horrific hurricane, little nine year old Cindy was roaming the streets still searching for a home, for her parents. But then she came across a lady (Margaret) who surprisingly took her by the hand and guided her to a small house where Margaret lived. But still there were questions that had to be answered. Like who's Cindy's parents? Where did she come from? And why was she acting so strange? Margaret than adopted Cindy and ignored all of those questions even the last one. Cindy wanted to know what was wrong with her and why would she get mad so easily and why did she seem as if she was made of nothing but air. Well then Cindy did know who her parents were, her father was a vampire and her mother was a veela. And it was a strange combination, but as Cindy grew older to the age of fifteen, she finally realized she inherited her mother's veela blood. And not her father's vampire blood. She still kept that a secret until one night where she got out of hand and she moved a plate onto a lady's head that was a guest in her adoptive mother's house. Margaret asked Cindy some hard questions...and Cindy answered all except for one. Is something wrong?

As day's grew longer and the house more dull. Cindy was home-schooled everyday and on her sixteenth birthday getting home-schooled was no more an option. And being sixteen meant that Cindy could take a break. So on her sixteenth birthday she met a boy that lived next door to her. She thought of him as being strange and a weirdo but when they met they had a lot in common. One of which being a wizard and a witch. So the Zorrec's and Jared's (the boy) family got together for dinner acting as if they were a regular muggle. When Jared's parents announced that Jared would be going away for school, Cindy's mother looked at her and thought that Cindy should too go away for school. But this wasn't an ordinary school it was Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Cindy already knew about the school and Jared and his parents knew that Cindy's mother was a muggle. And when Margaret asked what was the school's name, Jared's parents just simple said Beauxbaton's Academy. At first Margaret thought that the name was weird but agreed for Cindy to go there with Jared for a few years. But little did Margaret know that that was a magic school, and Cindy wanted to keep it that way until the end of her school years or until the right time.
Personality:

Secretive: Cindy likes to be a little secretive and suspicious. That was how she could keep that big secret from her mother that she was witch. And growing up Cindy lived as a vegan always eating vegetables, but she never grew out of eating ribs. And that was also a secret she had to keep from her mother who was also a vegetarian.

Emotional: As every boy and girl knows, us girls can be quite emotional. But Cindy had a tough time with losing her parents in a hurricane and getting used to living with another lady who took great care of her. But of course Cindy wanted to find out the whole story of her parent's background and that too made her quite emotional. Plus some romances here and there with Jared made her act emotional on the love side. Cindy loves music and she learned how to play the guitar all by herself and so she would play it and sing songs that she would make-up on the top of her head. Though she mostly likes to keep it to herself.

Aggresive: Cindy is the type of person would want to get what she wants and would want to fight for it. She also hates when people judge her, like when she walks around Germany or her neighborhood a lot of girls (muggles) can be jugdamental on how Cindy's looks, so she mostly get's into fights (not fist fights) and show them off. And that is mostly because Cindy can't stand people telling her what to do or making fun of her.
Sample RP:

The day's grew colder and colder and longer. Cindy sat awkwardly on her rimmed-rusted and soft cushioned window seat, just staring out into the populated street of Germany. She then got up and walked over to her guitar looking at it in a tired and sober stare. She wanted to go out and do something but what. Cindy always wanted to explore other places but Margaret always thought it was dangerous and that Cindy wouldn't handle it. Even though Cindy was good at keeping her own secret, she always wondered if Margaret thought that Cindy was something other than human.

That day when Cindy met Jared, she finally made a friend. Cindy didn't think much of Jared except for being a friend, but as the day's grew on Cindy kind of grew a little kindergarten crush on Jared. Well that was only because she had told Jared about being a veela blood and that she too knew that Jared was a wizard, well a vampire to be exact. And today was the day where Jared and his family would be coming over to dinner at Cindy's house to discuss going to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. But the only thing is, is that Jared's parents would be leaving out the Magic part of the whole title since Cindy mentioned how uncomfortable it would be if she just told her mother that she wasn't a muggle.

'Ding, Dong!'

As the doorbell rang, Cindy hustled downstairs in a clumsy fashion knocking over some dirt from the plant that sat on a side-table. And before opening the door she quickly cleaned it up with her hands and then opened the door. "Hey nice to meet you!" announced Cindy as she opened the door widely and addressed for the guests to come inside. After a few moments, when dinner was ready Margaret placed the food down and everyone started digging in.

The not too quiet dinner passed by quickly and conversation erupted. "So, where is Jared going to school?" asked Margaret. Taking her last spoon of spinach.

"Well we were thinking of sending Jared to boarding school." responded Delilah, Jared's mom, as a the dinner table got quiet for a moment.

"Boarding school!? Well that is a good choice," said Margaret with her mouth half-way filled and sounding a little sarcastic.

"So I was thinking that boarding school sounded fun. And it's named Beauxbatons Academy," said Cindy. "And it would be great for me to go there since - "

" - but isn't it far away?" asked Margaret against Cindy's decision.

"Yes Margaret. But it doesn't matter Jared would be there looking after Cindy. I mean it's like they're attached at the hip," announced Mark, Jared's father, after moment's of eating.

"Well I suppose...", said Margaret still thinking. At that moment Cindy thought her plan might work.

Must be Rouerie

[jiffyx]

I also play Vanity Melissa Seth, Nikki Macrery Divine, and William Damien Chevelle :]

First Name: Jacqueline Marie


Last Name: Laurent


Age: Sixteen


Appearance: click :]


History: Born on Valentine's Day, Jacqueline Marie Laurent had been a mistake, and her parents never let her forget it. She was the younger sibling to one brother, the pride and joy of her parents. She was a misunderstood outcast, and after years of hurt and neglect from her parents, she found a way to cope with the pain - she became the bxtch that her parents had molded her to be. She hid behind makeup, clothes, all things fake. She threw parties, got drunk, got into drugs, smoked, everything she could do to rebel against her parents, and it worked. They gave up trying to control her, and they gave her more freedom from her restricted lifestyle, hoping that less restraints would mean more self control. But it wasn't that easy.

The letter to Beauxbatons had been a blessing, as she had been kicked out of her muggle school for fighting with another girl. She had won the fight, but both girls were promptly expelled. The letter had saved her from having to tell her already disgruntled parents that she was currently kicked out from the Elite Private School, Dewesbury Heights. Her parents were no more proud of her when she got her letter then they had been before, but she felt a small bit of pride swell up inside her chest when she received it. Something that she had done that her saint of a brother had never accomplished. And so here she was, ready to start at Beauxbatons and take the school with thunder.


Personality: Jacqueline Marie Laurent, also known as Jiffy Laurent, or Jack Laurent, was born on Valentine's day, and it is quite befitting to her personality. She's a girl who loves to be in love, is for the most part very outgoing, and loves to party like a rockstar xD. She's loyal, but if you cross her, she'll do everything in her power to embarass you and ruin you. In short, she'll fight and claw her way to the very top. When she parties, she parties hard, and after a couple hours of sleep, she'll do it all over again in a second.

In a relationship, Jiffy Laurent is quite the opposite. She'd never hurt someone that she was with and she would do everything she could possibly do to make them happy if they weren't having a good day. She'd shower them in presents, and make sure that their life was carefree, and worry-less, to the best of her abilities. Above that, she is also very protective of that, and if her lover had cheated on her, good luck, she wouldn't be likely to forgive you, unless she had cheated on you and you had forgiven her.


Sample RP: She loved everything about her outfit, but what Jiffy loved most were her shoes. Or should she say, her 'Choo's :] They were her favorite pair of heels right now, and they were in a magnificent shade of plum that completely accented her summer blouse and skinnies. Around her neck hung a necklace with a long chain and a giraffe pendant; you could say she was somewhat of a fetishist when it came to giraffes, they were like oxygen to her. She wouldn't have enough until she was stone cold in her grave, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.

She was ready for a party, ready to party hard, and ready to throw a party that would rock the worlds of all those pathetic souls who didn't know what a real party was. Well, until tonight, that is. Then they'd never have enough. There was only one way to make the night even better;; ruin someone's social life. And that girl thought she could steal Jack's boyfriend and get away without a scratch? No. She was going DOWN. By the end of the night, she'd be history.

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Its between two houses, she could fit in both really. But...

Must be Rouerie

[alexander]

First name:
Alexander

Last Name:
Winterheart

Age:16

Appearance:



History:

Alexander was raised to a very wealthy pureblood Wizard Family Growing up he got all the things he wanted but was never greedy about it. He often liked to give some of the money his parents gave him to charities. Alexander always did well in school he was a straight a's student and was liked by everyone. He was and still is very into quidditch and hopes to be a professional quidditch player one day along with his two other brothers. At the age of 15 Alexander lost his father to a heart attack and though he was not that close to his father he was pretty upset from the lose and caries a pendent with his fathers name at all times.

As time passed it was very hard for Alexander’s family. They still had a good amount of money but in time they new it would be lost. Know that his father was gone his mother had to start to work, and so did Alexander. He hardly even played quidditch anymore, and had to drop out of school because he had to start working a full time job to support his family. After he got his letter from Beauxbatons he immediately threw it away. His mother soon found it and told him that she wanted him to go that it would be a better life for him there. Alexander didn’t want to leave his mother, but after a little talk he was on the train on his way to the magical school

Personality:

When you first meet Alexander and you are a girl he acts charming sweet and is a bit of a flirt, but is not even close to a player unlike most guys he wants to find love and the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He is basically nice to everyone he meets and is very open and makes friends easily. He is very protective when he becomes close to someone. He always has a smile on his face. He the kind of person to come to with problems. If you need a shoulder to cry on his the person to go to.

Talents-
Singing- Alexander has always had a great voice but never tells anyone


Sample RP:
Alexander awoke from a very deep sleep. He felt light headed. He looked at his clock and saw that it was nearly noon. "Another long boring day* he said wishing that he didn’t have to get up. He started to stand up stretching on his way his muscles very visible. He relaxed his muscles and headed toward his closet to pull out some cloths and headed out the door. He was tired and did not feel like going for his morning walk, but new it was the only way he would be energized and ready to start his day. He started to walk through town wavering to people and saying good morning as he passed. He mad his way to a small ally way. He spun around swearing he herd foot steps besides his own but nothing was there. 'must me my imagination" he said continuing his walk.

A few moments later he felt something grab his to hands and push him to the ground rocks smashed into his face and into his mouth his nose was bleeding and he had no idea what was going on he tried to look up but was pushed back down. He fought hard, but got into his pocket and grabbed his wand. He kicked the person of him and pointed his wand out. The person was in a black clock he could not see his face. It sounded to him as if the man or women whatever it was started to laugh and then diapered out of nowhere.

I think you need to add some more to your History section. Thanks.

Ok I added more

Must be Cossu

[samuelcraft]

First Name: Samuel
Last Name: Craft
Age: 11

Appearance: Samuel is a rather skiny boy with a pale skin. His hair color is all dark, though in a mix shade of brown and black. Also, his hair is typically in and a shag and can be in a mess when he's not in the mood to fix it.

History: Born on September 15th, Samuel has lived as a happy child up until this day. Born to a Thomas and Camille Craft, Samuel has lived his entire childhood as an only child. However, his life without any siblings has certainly not been a horrible one. Since both of his parents have flexible working hours, there was no need to require any additional help to raise Samuel. Therefore, he spent quite a lot of time with his parents, and that's one thing he was most grateful for.

Being a pureblood meant there were certain standards he had to upheld to, such as understanding what magic meant and not telling any wizarding secrets to any muggles. Of course, Samuel was only a little boy when he fully understood this, but he certainly knew how to keep a secret.

Personality: For the most part, Samuel is a rather caring indivdual that favors intelligence and ambition. To him, all three of those qualities are very important to him, but his ambition seems to shine more than anything else. Although he may not appear to be arrogant and rude, those qualities tend to get the best of him at times, though it is rare when it actually happens. Being successful is something Samuel strives to become since he portrays his parent as being incredibly successful. By that, Samuel wants to become a lot like his parents since he adores them to the end.

Sample RP: After living in the Wizarding world for his entire life, Samuel Dillion Craft had known about magic for several years, and that there were many wizarding schools out there as well. Although Hogwarts was one of the more popular ones, Beauxbatons was one more common to the young boy. Both of his parents had attended the French wizarding school and had told their only son much about it.

One day, Samuel hoped, that he too would have the opportunity to attend such a fine school where he would be able to learn more about magic and all sorts of interesting things. Besides that, Samuel was hoping to meet more people of his kind since he enjoyed being in other people's company...sometimes.

Anyway, it was a lovely day outside, which was rather rare where he lived, but a fine day nonetheless. A letter was awaiting for his arrival after spending most of the early afternoon outside with his father, though Samuel was certainly not expecting any letter for him. When he read the front, his eyes immediately widened and a large smile appeared on his face.

His Beauxbatons acceptance letter had arrived.

I think you need to add on to your Appearance and History sections, thanks.

[december]

First Name:December
Middle Name:Blake
Last Name:Bodom
Age:17
Appearance:Criss Angel
History:December blake bodom was born in Lyon, France on November 22nd 1991 to probably the worst parents. December's name wasn't decided until the beginning of november when his expected due date was in december. They picked the name december because they were lazy and didn't feel like thinning of a name and then his mom came up with December. Well, later in the month, his mom went into labor. Because they had no back up name, he was name december and was born in november. His mom thought about November as a name but his dad thought it was stupid along with thinking it was stupid to keep December and so they left his name at december. He almost didn't have a middle name. Actually, when decemeber got to about 5, he gave himself a middle name so it's not exactly official because on his birth certificate, it just says December Bodom. Boy, that was just the start of the torture when he began school. They didn't make fun of the kids named may or april but they did make fun of December. December didn't think it was a bad name at first. However, when he went to meet new people as he got older, he'd say his name was blake and when others called him december in front of those who knew him as December, he just said that december was his nickname.

Growing up, his parents cared little about him. His clothes came from yard sales and thrift stores. They fed him ok but there was never really enough for December because his parents were pigs and even when there was enough, and he asked for a second helping, his parents would say no and take his second helping and serve it to themselves as thier third or fourth helping. They never gave him allowance either so december never had money except for when he got birthday money and christmas money from his one set of grandparents. The rest of the family was like his parents. This hell hole he called life disappeared when he heard stories about wizards and witches from his grandfather. Little did he know that these stories were true. His grandfather was a muggle-born wizard but he told no one, not his wife or his kids but he used his stories of going to beauxbatons and telling about the other schools as fairy tales to his grandkids. December wanted these stories to be true as a kid. Because if he had the oppertunity to go to a school like beauxbatons, it'd be a fresh start and a way out of lyon. He didn't hate the city, he loved it, it was just the people in it. After years of hearing the stories, December gave up the fantasy of magic and beauxbatons because he was as he called it 'young and niave' and if it was true, he would have been going when he was younger like his grandfather.

Over time, December became more of a trouble maker and getting into bad habits that he couldn't kick. He blamed his parents. He made a few friends and they weren't the best influence. His parents were always grounding him with or without a reason and being grounded left with December but no choice to sneak out. He'd call his friends and once his parents had their evening sherry and were sleeping for the night, December was out of the house not returning until 2 o 3 in the morning and sometimes when he got too drunk, he wouldn't come home right away and then when he got home, he'd be grounded and his parents didn't even know what he did.

17 years of Living in Lyon was torture fo December and he considered dropping out of high school. He went a month without school but then eventually came back because he knew the only way he could go to a university in paris was to finish school. It wasn't his dream, it was the only way to get him out of Lyon. His whole family went to the university in Lyon because it was the only school that accepted drop-outs. December didn't want to go to school with the rest of his cousins anymore. He finished up school and was accpeted to the University in Paris but that was when he got the letter accepting him to beauxbatons. He thought it a practical joke at first but then everything about the letter seemed so true and real and he believed his childhood stories again. Instead of going to paris, he was going to beauxbatons.
Personality:
Self ConciousDecember is always self concious because he was always teased for having a weird name and being the biggest kid in his class. Not big as in fat, just taller and more muscular. He always had a problem being around the short people because with everyone making fun of his size, he was afraid he was going to squish or step on someone smaller than him

CaringDespite his bad influence with his smoking and drinking habits, Decmeber is caring and takes s**t from no one. He stands up for others and takes the fall for his friends even if he had nothing to do with it. He had had his fair share of days locked up. It meant nothing really, he was treated better there than at his own house.

Photography December was always one for doing things unsual or not 'his type'. Well, photography was one of them and he loves it. He always took pictures from unusual angles and of things that no one would take pictures of or less common pictures; ie, buses, cars, unusual angles of cars like interiors and front ends and reflector mirrors, etc.

Reading December isn't big on reading. He'd rather read when he's not told to than when he is and when he reads he perfers to read about languages and cultures and has taught himself to be tri-lingual; german, french, english.

Sample RP:December Blake Bodom a.k.a. 'Freak'. One of the main reasons he was glad that he got an acceptance letter to Beauxbatons. All around Lyon, France, December fit in no where. He didn't even fit in with the rest of the freaks. The only way he got friends was to join with the wrong type of people. The ones that did drugs and smoke and drank. That was the only place he fit in and even at the beginning, he didn't feel like he fit in but slowly he did. The other main reason was his parents. They drove him up the wall. All they did was sit at the couch, eat and ground him, even without a reasonable explanation. December couldn't take it anymore; school, parents, this life. And now he had a chance to restart and he was going to take it. Take it before it slipped away and he was stuck in lyon until he could go to paris. The freak thing would stop because what made him a freak was because of his uncontrollable magic as a little kid. Now, his magic would be controlled and he knew there were others out there like that.

December dragged his feet around his room tossing his clothes haphazardly into this old trunk that he found in the basement with one hand. In the other hand was his breakfast, a piece of toast and a cigarette. His letter sat unfolded on top of his silver crucifix necklace on his bereau. he stood in the center of his room and just stared for a second, scratched the back of his neck with his free right hand and then went back to packing. The trunk was small and was almost full with all of his stuff. All he had left to pack was his camera. He moved over to his bereau and took the last bite of his toast and the last gulp of stale beer. He put the bottle back on top the bereau and smashed the butt of his cigarette in the ashtray. He wiped his hands on the back of his jeans and walked over to his bed where he took his camera and film next to his trunk and stuck it in his trunk. December slammed the lid closed, tightened the leather straps and took one last look around the room which he would probably never come back to. Then he spotted his letter and crucifix necklace, almost forgetting them. He folded the letter up and shoved it in his back pocket and slipped the necklace over his head and around his neck. The room was now empty except for his bed and bereau and a lone book shelf above the window. Grabbing his trunk, december was out of the room.

December banged the trunk down the stairs on purpose and not on purpose. He could lift it most likely but he didn't feel like it. He knew it would piss his parents off and that's just what he wanted to do. Piss his parents off one last time before he never sees them again. Next thing he heard was his dad yelling over the televison and the banging of the trunk was "Cut the damn noise, December!" and then what he was expecting to hear "Your Grounded" He knew his dad would forget that he grounded december the second after he said it so december then yelled back "Dad , I need a ride to the train station to go to marseille." "Sure Sure"his dad yelled waving him off. He needed to catch the train to marseille to take whatever transportation after that to the school, wherever it was. After continous reminders and his parents driving off before December was done getting his trunk out of the trunk of the car, december was on the train, what lying ahead of him, unknown.

You need to remember to capitalize things lol.

Must be Rouerie

[fleuremmalyn]

First Name: Fleur
Last Name: Emmalyn
Age: 18
Appearance: See signature

History: Fleur grew up in France with her parents, who were both pure bloods. Her mother and father were both killed just recently from a freak accident in the wizarding world. She has a younger sister as well who was taken from her when her parents were killed, as Fleur was getting ready to attend her last year at Beauxbatons. Fluer had always gown up with the knowledge of witches and wizards, always watching her parents perform magic and no one could have been more happy then her when she recieved her letter to attend. The first 4 years of school were uneventful, Fluer studied hard, and excelled. She got good grades, and was involved in alot of school orginazations. Her 5th year was quite a bit different. She was at Beauxbatons when she recieved the peice of mail that had explained that her parents had both been murdered. Her sister was taken away from them, admitted into the system, off to stay with a foster family within the wizarding world. Her world seemed to crash around her, she became very introverted, and distant. She was now just slightly numb over the death of her parents, and she is ready to continue her last year.

Personality: Fleur is Shy, alwyas has been. She can be very self concious, but she can light up a room as well. She laughs at small things, and tries to make the people around her happy. She can be confident when she wants something, but she is mostly just happy being around school. She has alot of drive, she can put her mind to something, and make it happen with alot of effort. She doesnt believe in doing things half heartedly, and puts all of her efforts in school and what she believes would make her parents proud.

Sample RP: Fleur walked to the grounds of the familiar school she had grown to love and hate in the last couple years of her young life. The lush green vegitation was heavy, and she sould smell the fresh rain that was dewy on the greens. She sucked a harsh breath in as she made her way towards housing. She thought about her parents, how they met right here on these school grounds, how many happy memeories they would have had here. She looked down at the ground, furrowed her brow and continued walking. She examined the new faces of the first years, the fresh, smiling eyes of excitement. She loved the newbies, she loved teaching and using the knowledge she had for Magic to help them. She did have a cursh on a boy, and boy named Aeden, a beautiful creature. She couldnt talk to him, that would be silly of her. She had a hard time bringing out her confident side around him, she wished, most of the time that she was around him, that he would come up and talk to her, ask her a question, something that would qualify as talking, or conversing.

The thought of someone whom she could share her secrets, her pain with was something she had a hard time swallowing. She hadnt been really open about the harsh events of her life, but she was willing to find out if there was someone out there that she could tell these things too, someone who might make her feel better about it all, explain why these tragic events had happend in the first place.

"Another year... the last year" she whispered to herself, looking up at the buildings she had spent such a large part of her distracted youth.

There are a lot of misspelled words here. We have a spellcheck you can use before posting. I usually let a few slide, but there are a lot of them. You're even spelling your characters name wrong a lot.

[Makenza Conners]

First Name: Celeste
Last Name: Westford
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:



Height: 5'7
Weight: 105 lbs
Eyes: Topaz Brown
Hair: Medium Brown Hair
Skin: golden tan
Piercings: two in each ear

Celeste isn't very tall, in fact she's an average height for a teen girl of her age. So when she has to reach for something, she'll be able to reach for it within reason. If she can't, she'll ask for help from someone taller. Normally she keeps things within her reach so that she doesn't have to ask. Celeste doesn't like having to ask for things, she's too stubborn for that. For not only being an average height, Celeste is approximately one hundred and five pounds. She's pretty much height and weight proportionate. She stays active which keeps her in fit condition.

Always being one that tends to walk a lot instead of using her broom. Instead she prefers to enjoy the scenery around her. She's always running around doing things for other people. The most noticeable feature on Celeste are her eyes for some reason. Not only are they almond shaped, but when the light hits them, they are a topaz brown color. A color between a reflected prism of oranges and tans. Light, yet dark at the same time. Then when she's in the darkness, her eyes are like almost black. They are very enchanting and sometimes it draws people to her and sometimes she doesn't realize it. To her and others they are very unique, but beautiful.

The layers of long medium ruffled brown hair cascade over her shoulders like a running river going down stream, its soft and full volume and easy to manage. Though on some occasions, it'll get frizzy only in the mornings. Celeste has a golden tan skin color, not quite so silky smooth. Her family has a history of dry skin, but that's only when she is out in the sun. She has a few imperfections one being her lips, they are too big for her face and her arms are just too hairy for a girl. Well, as some would prefer to have loads of piercings covering most of their body.

Celeste prefers to have just her ears pierced. She has two holes in each ear. Another imperfection is her birth mark which is right where her thigh and her hip meet. The unique thing about it is, the shape of it is a heart. How did that happened? She doesn't know, but at least it's hidden.


History:
Father:
Erik Dwayne Westford, 54yrs old, Pure blood, Hit Wizard

Mother:
Kendra Leanne (McNavin) Westford, 52 yrs old, Pure blood, Healer

Siblings:
Celeste was born an only child. But her parents adopted Sophie Kentel.
Sophie Kentel-Westford, 30yrs old, Pure blood, Bartender


Celeste was born and raised in the outskirts of Versailles France. Her parents Kendra and Erik Westford were both Pure bloods in the wizarding world but preferred they preferred a normal life for their daughter and knew that by the time Celeste turned eleven, she would begin getting her powers as a witch. So the Westfords prepared themselves for that, they hired a live in nanny name Sophie Kentel, whom was a pure blood witch who had recently graduated from Hogwarts.

This way could go to work and know that their daughter was in safe hands. Celeste's mother Kendra was a Healer at the Wizarding Hospitals near Versailles and her father Erik worked for the Ministry as a Hit Wizard. Growing up for Celeste was easy and hard as well, she didn't get to see much of her parents, only because they were trying to make enough money to support her and themselves as well as pay Sophie for keeping watch over her.

As Celeste grew older, she was quick to make friends in the area of which she lived, later, Sophie put her in a muggle school and there Celeste made a few friends. During that time, Kendra and Erik decided to make Sophie a part of the family since her parents didn't want hardly much to do with her. So Celeste gained a big sister. From there, the two of them became the best of friends and Sophie did her best to take care of Celeste.

When Celeste received a letter from Beauxbaton's a few years ago, she was excited to go but was torn when she found out that her father had accepted a job over at the Ministry in London. Tormented by this, she wasn't given much of a choice but to go to Hogwarts. Celeste understood the importance of her education and with her confidence to go to school, she was willing to make the change over to London. The first six years was a bit of a mess for Celeste.

As they passed, the Ministry in France had called upon Erik once again giving him a better offer, the Westfords packed up and moved back to their hometown on the outskirts of Versailles. Just before the term came around for school to begin, Celeste received a letter from Beauxbatons to attend there for the remainder of her schooling. Excited as she was, Celeste was hardly able to contain herself. So here she is now, will this school be any different from Hogwarts?


Personality:
Strengths
× Strong willed
× Level Headed
× Confident
× Reliable
× Responsible
× Hard working
× Understanding
× Independent
× Intelligent
× Witty

Weaknesses
× Speaks her mind way too much
× Overly confident
× Overly observant
× Takes on more than she can handle
× Tries too hard
× Her family
× Very cautious
× Obnoxious

When you first meet Celeste, you may find her to be a stuck up or snobby kind of girl because of the way she carries herself. Always having her head held high in superiority. She may also look rude and sound inconsiderate, as well as a very outspoken female. Never being the kind of person to sugar coat anything, she'll tell it how it is and believe that honesty will always set you free. She doesn't take kind to dishonest and disrespectful people, I would hate to be you if you are either to her. She has a fiery attitude and isn't afraid to put you in your place. Intelligent with the potiential to achieve pretty much anything she wants as long as she puts her mind to it. At times she can be sarcastic and overly confident, but that's just who she is.

She's very quick-tempered and easily provoked. Judgement disappears, and Celeste finds herself blinded with rage, and quite revenge-obsessed. Vengeance has been known to push her in directions she would never have expected, and will test her mind for control. She's very driven she knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. But once you get to know her, she really isn't all that bad. She tends to grow on people. She'd rather help people rather than be one known as the evil witch persay. Believe it or not, she thinks of everything and everyone before herself. Though some may not see it that way, but those who've been around her know. So give her time.

Celeste is a very understanding person and will do her best to help you, just don't cross her in anyway otherwise you will be finding yourself in the most uncomfortable situation. For the most part she does like to carry on interesting conversations with pretty much anyone. She likes to joke around or sometimes when she's in a really good mood, she'll play practical jokes on people. As to everyone, Celeste has a fun side to her, you just have to catch her in the right mood. Celeste works hard to be a perfectionist, though she realizes that no one is perfect, So she tries to get as close to perfection as possible. Sometimes she takes on more than she can handle, but she does manage to get what needs to be done, done.

When put in situations, she observes and listens before coming to a solution. Of course she over thinks things way too often. She finds it easier to be put on the spot when making decisions. Like split second decisions. Most of the time she acts upon instinct because normally it's right. Under pressure her mind goes into over time. Having the trait of guilt and making herself feel responsible for most everything that goes wrong, Celeste doesn't always feel as determined. She can recover easily and be equally as headstrong as she always was. She takes risks a lot, enjoying the adrenaline. Celeste can be just as stubborn and is persistent in everything she does. Almost to the point of annoyance.

She only does it because she believes in being the best or trying your hardest to be the best. In her eyes, there is no room for failure. Yet often finds herself failing at a few things, and well it upsets her and she is the kind of person that tends to keep things bottled up. Her feelings are hers, and hers only. There are few and far between times where she will catch you off guard, she's slick and can maneuver through any situation with ease. She at least tries. One other thing, don't try and manipulate her because she will strike back only ten times harder. So you might want to think twice.

Sample RP:
Just when you think you've given up on everything in life and don't know which way to turn, your friends have lives of their own and you're stuck not knowing who to go to. This is how Celeste felt, over the past few years, her life had been a mess and now she was getting older and her friends were off in one country while she was in another. It wasn't like she couldn't talk to them, all she wanted was just see them and hang out again.

Walking down the street of the local village near the school she would be attending, she thought back and remembering the times she use to go through Hogsmeade and hang out with her friends being the free spirited girl she always was. Now it was like she was here, but frozen inside because now she knew no one and for once felt lost. Like she didn't belong here anymore. But things would change once school started, she was at least hopeful on that. Things just changed around so much since she's been gone, she felt like she was an outcast in a world she use to know.

Did it seem like time had slowed down tramendously? Or was it her? Celeste at that point had decided that she needed to get out and meet new people. Wallowing in self pity wasn't going to get her anywhere. Hopefully this stroll would help her not only to get a fresh breath of air but hopefully meet some new people and make some friends.

Must be Sournois

[talon]

just thought i'd let you know, my profile says i've posted these topics, and I haven't...


First Name: Talon Alexander


Last Name: Evans


Age: Sixteen


Appearance: For one to look at Talon and Taleah they would never pick them for being brother and sister, while Taleah is a spitting image of their father, Alix is identical to when his father was a his age. With that, he has longish black hair and the same cold onyx eyes that all Evans children seemed to have inherited. Moreover, he fortunately inherited his mothers olive skin, although in winter he is just as pale as his sister and father. Talon is also very tall for his age being almost six foot; he towers over many of his year mates and even some of the older students. His ears are slightly pointed but thankfully covered by his hair for the majority of the time. Talon also has barely larger then average muscles, as his grandmother forced him to begin boxing when he was twelve, she thought it would help control his temper.

Talon shares another trait with his sister, and that’s their choice of clothes, the majority of Talon’s shirts are band shirts, which Taleah ‘borrow’ occasionly. He wears thongs or runners and also wears track pants unless he is on a date or its hot weather and then he brings out the shorts.



History: Talon Alexander Evans is, if even possible, the complete opposite to his slightly deranged sister Taleah, in his mind anyway. Once Taleah was adopted into learning dark magic, Talon was pretty much left to occupy his days anyway he wanted, although his younger brother Anthony doted on him, Talon still found time to himself. He suddenly found even more time when his mother and father were sentenced to a lifetime in the wizarding prison, and he and his siblings, sent to live with their estranged grandmother, Virginia.

Living with Virginia was a dream come true for Talon, although his parents loved him, Virginia treated all the children as equally as possible. Even though the youngest, Teresse, caused a fuss about not being the favorite anymore, they all lived in harmony.

Talon got along extremely well with Taleah, even though she was slightly deranged, or if you asked Talon, crazy. They did everything together, shopping, homework and pranking. And when Taleah left for Beauxbatons, he shut himself in his room until Virginia removed his door, until she thought he could be trusted.

During the summer, Talon joined a local gang and helped in their mischief until he went to Beauxbatons, where he caused mischief and mayhem with his sister and his friends.


Personality: Unlike his mother, father or either younger sibling, Alix has a very sunny and positive outlook on life and more often then not, quite willing to help a fellow student out. Unfortunately, he has a short temper, which he seemed to adopt from spending so much time in Taleahs company. Not to mention a short attention span. He is also what one would call a ‘social butterfly’, he enjoys meeting new people and doesn’t have many enemies, although those he does feel a certain enmity towards, often wish he didn’t as he can be quite ruthless.

Talon is a slacker, he would rather go to a party then do his homework, heck! He would rather watch grass grow then even look at his homework. This is one of his greatest downfalls, he leaves almost everything to the last minute and then enjoys the consequences, most of them anyway. He is not very organized either, which helps in making his temper flare and procrastination longer.

But his main problem in life is stereotypes, he abhors people who judge others according to their ties, and especially when Taleah is their focus as she has many inter-house friendships. Talon is well known for decking someone right after they start their inter-house bashing, regardless of those involved.

Talon is bi-sexual, but more leaning towards gay. This is mainly because he grew up without a father figure. He doesn't see anything wrong with it, and he is comfortable enough with his sexuality to kiss a male in public.



Sample RP: Talon walked through the hallways on the second floor, normally he would be outside and would think about things. It seemed that somehow his life had taken a weird turn, but he wasn't sure how he should feel about it. He had gone outside for a little while, untill it had started to rain. Normally he wouldn't care about rain, but this time it seemed to rain very hard and it probably was for the better that he had gone inside again. His hands were in the pockets of his soaked pants, his tie loose around his neck and the sleeves of his white and now wet shirt were rolled up.

His blue eyes looked around from under his wet black hair as he walked past all the people. Some of them were looking at him rather strange, but he didn't care. If he didn't got his quiet time outside, then he would go to the empty corridor, not a lot of people went there. He knew why they were looking at him, he was the 'bisexual boy,' but Talon didn't give a damn.

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Its just that someone else at some point has used the username you signed up with. So its showing all their old posts, its ok.

As the rules state you can't use a celebs name and/or history. Using the name Alexander Evans isn't going to work, especially since you're using him as a celeb as well. So change the name and you'll be fine.

[hardcorelullaby]

Basics

Character Name: Celine Michelle Lavoie
Nickname: Linny ;; Lyn ;; Celinederella
Age:16
Date of Birth:1992 || 29th || January

Blood Type: Mermaid Blood
Wand: 10 Inch's Cherry Wood , Veela hair with a mermaid scale core

Patronus:Cat
Affiliation:Neutral

Appearance

Physical Description
[url=]Celine[/url]

Celine is 5 foot 5 with milky-white skin that could remind you of a porcelain doll. Her lips are small and pouty as her eyes an almond shape with the colors of Fantasy blue and a tint of blue.Her head has a shape of an oval . Her nose is small as her hair is pale blonde and and is cut off and into layers like a bob at the top but then the rest of her hair ends at her mid-waistin pale blonde yet a caramel brown for streaks. A few dreds at the bottom aswell.

Her figure is slender and curvy. She resembles a girl who is very fragil and can bruise easily yet she is a tough shell to naturally break and neevr can get a bruise so easily really. Celine dresses in scene clothing. She loves bright and fun colors and not afraid to stand out. With greens, yellows and blacks put together. You name it and she can possibly do it and pull it off fabulously.

Characteristics

Personality:
Celine is very laid back at one time and then outgoing and random the next. Sometimes she can never possibly sit still yet others she can lay in bed for atleast 3 hours straight (awake) and not manage to move a muscle. Celine loves to draw and write. Singing is her personal favorite thing to do and is learning how to play guitar as we speak. We'll she can play it, she just likes to learn more and more everyday about music.

Celine is kind and caring to her friends. Plus can be very protective. She looks like the type of girl who is a ditz sometimes but honestly, she can pack quite a punch in that fist of her's and be quite the tomboy. Celine loves to make lyrics but is never one to share them. Always to shy, but if your really close to her she might just let you have a sneak peak of her amazing voice.

Celine is always looking for insperation. To draw, write or just make up a small story of hers. She loves animals to death and hates to see one in pain. She is very adventure seeking and curious. When she feels that there is something out there that needs to be discovered, Celine is all over it. She loves to make friends and is never shy around someone, unless she likes them. She has a habit of biting her bottom lip when nervous or embaressed and is scared of spiders. She hates them and finds them utterly gross to touch, or even look at. They just make her shiver and want to hide under her blankets.

Celine can master three languages. French, English and German. Seeing as the little scene queen is part german she thought she should learn her language off by heart. When around a boy she likes she tends to blush alot by accident, nibble on her bottom lip and even (if she likes them very badly) stutter. Celine isn't afraid to take control of situations when times get tough, and is not afriad to do dares. If someone asked her to skinny dip, by god she would do it.


Boggart: If your character was confronted with a Boggart, what form would it take?

School Life

Year: 6th (seeing as she's 16)
Pet: White kitten named Dream and a caramel brown owl named Hector.
Favorite Subject: Flying. Although the little model might not be able to fly so well, she has such fun in the sky and learning.
Worst Subject: Muggle Studies. Celine doesn't have anything against muggle's, its just she fnds talking about them boring. If she wants to learn she could use one of their labtop things.
Classes:

• Potions
  
• Charms
  
• Defence Against The Dark Arts
  
• Dark Arts
  

Family

Mother: Toni Lavoie, 37, Mermaid
Father: Aranoth Lavoie, 38 , Pureblood [Diceased]
Siblings: None

Residence: Lavoie Manor
Character's History:
Celine was born on a chilly, 29th of January at 6 am in the morning. She was terribly light, only about 5 pounds and 6 ounces.Other than that, she was a gorgeous baby girl. Her almond eyes were always full of curiosity and her small, pouty lips always seemed in a pouty stance so she looked very adroable. Her curiosity began to show when she turned the age of 2 and began to run around on land and search or go to anything where she heard sound. last time she did that, she got stung by a bee. Her mother being a mermaid ad to teach her how to swim and learn to control her change from when she goes from human to mermaid. As in, so she could keep her legs while in the water. It was very tricky but soon she got the hang of it.

Celine's voice was heard when she sat in the middle of the ocean on a large rock she liked to sit and think at. Her mother was looking for her and heard some voice and came up to see her daughter singing. Her voice was even more better than a Siren's which was saying something. When on land her father had to teach her the basics of magic and who not to trust and who to trust. Her parents were never one to label or go against. They found muggle's fine aswell as pure-blood. All that they cared about was if their daughter was happy with who she hang with and didn't get into to much trouble.

When Celine turned nine her father sadly was killed by an awful disease that effected the brain. Since she was very close to her father, the loss effected her greatly but she always remembered her father telling her she should share her beautiful singing talents aswell as her look. Being a model for Witch Weekly or just being a singer. Whatever she could do to make him proud while he layed in the sky, she tryed to do so.

Her mother soon pretty much left her alot, seeing as she stayed in the water and had a home in the ocean. It was fine with her, she could see her when she wantd to but normally she was busy with her clothes sale. Yes, her mother made clothing. From shell tops to human gowns. Her family was rich and all, but she normally wanted to try and get her own money. See how much hard work she can do and how much money people are willing to pay. When she turned eleven at first she attened Silver Rock's Mermaid School but then once she hit the age of fifteen, she asked her mother to go onto on on lang school. She allowed it and once she turned sixteen, she arrived.

Celine made friends like crazy but always had her head in the clouds. She ace;'s a few classes and some not so great, but other than that it was normal. At times, when wanting to be totally alone. Celine would go to the Clock Tower and play her guitar while singing to herself. People have stoped to look around for the voice but never found it. She felt that if they were about to though, she would stop and become shy at her singing.

Celine was a gorgeous girl at school. She recived many questions that led to dating from girls and guys but she prefured the single life so far. Wanting to find someone who would care for her and acually be with her more than two weeks. Where ever she walked she got glances. Celine never belived she was beautiful, she just thought she was different. But others saw it differently. Sometimes she got enemies because of her looks (from girls) because they wrere to jealous. It wasn't her fault, but she never understood why they were.

Celine loves to take risks. When with her friends she is always the one to think of the game for truth or dare. Or just dare seeing as truth was boring. She would never back down and when asked to skiny dip, she would. Seeing as she can control from turning into a mermaid when wanting to in the water now. She could fully go in as human form and skinny dip. Running around in a tutu ad bikini top she would do that to. But when asking a boy out, thats where she gets the stutters and the nerves.[/color]


Sample Roleplay:

Alright.. (:

Celine hummed a small tune as she walked up to the steps that ventured to the clock tower. Her guitar was in her right hand as she looked up with her fantasy blue eyes to see if the door was open or not. It was closed so she finally reached the top, jiggled the knob and it opened up.

Celine was wearing a pair of black bellet flats and hot pink leggings with a pair of black short shorts. Her top was black with light blue strips going horizontal. It was long sleeved as her blonde hair was pulled back into two low pony tails.

Stepping into the room. Celine looked around to find no one around, smiling to herself she skipped to the wall nearest to the clock as the ticking could be heard. She sat down and opened up her Nightmare Before Christmas Bag and took out her quill and notepad aswell as positioning her guitar. Celine wanted to test a new song she made, and maybe make another. And thats when she strummed the cords and began to sing with her angelic voice.

Must be Cossu

[teresaa]

First Name: Penelope

Last Name: Purpple

Age: 16

Appearance:

History:

Penelope is the little princess of the house. She's the only child that Eve and Maxwell had. Eve, besides of being a descendent of Venus the goddess of fertility she can not have more children do to the Chernobyl nuclear bomb ( Eve looks like a 33 years old normal person, and nobody ever asked how old she is, amazing hey?). Maxwell, her father, is most known as Snoop Dogg, yes he left the magic world to the entertainment business which is not even from the real world. Eve, besides of getting half naked in the video clips, she spends the rest off the time knitting.

So Penelope doesn't have much of her parents care and support actually they don't know half of the things that she does, besides that she goes to normal kid’s school. She is a very loving girl, and gives love to anybody. But one day, when she had her period, she had very strong tummy aches, so she didn't got out of the house and after eating a lot of chocolate she started to feel funny, not so funny when she figured she was drunk. She went to the living room and started to see old photo albums that she never noticed, but were always on top of the coffee table, that's when she finds out that her mother worked in movies (that's the only explanation she could find for those funny fairy wings and those little men). Then she fell asleep and when she woke up, 3 days later, there was an elf sitting next to her, a fairy above her head and Santa Closs by he feet, obviously she fainted, and slept for another 3 days. Bu she had a vision in a dreams, a place full of magic creatures and funny clothes just like in Harry Potter movies.

When she finally woke up, her mother told her everything, and when her father came into her room he just saw them sitting on Penelope's bed and so he thought she was pregnant and kicked her out of the house, Eve tried to explain but Maxwell aka Snoop Dog was "high" (under influence off chemical products mostly known as drugs).

So as she was walking down the main street she saw a brochure saying “If you think you’re a super hero and that you have super powers don’t be stupid!

…

But we have the solution! Come to: Beaux Batons avenue, number BB (the castle near the lake)”

Personality: Well, as you've seen from Penelope's history she's very tender and sweet she doesn't get angry very easily, in fact it's other way around, people get angry with her because she's very nice to everyone and apologizes for something that she didn't do wrong.

Sample RP:
Someone under the influence of “drugs” is hard to manipulate, or to talk to. Her father wouldn’t stop shouting at her and she wouldn’t stop crying, her mother wouldn’t stop bagging and laughing. Laughing? Because the neighbor across the street came out of the house to see what was happening, and he was in his underwear (which had ponys and rainbows). But the neighbor across the street wasn’t the only curious person; everybody came out when the fireworks started, and when they heard gun shots… God, don’t they watch movies? Can’t we have our television turned on??

Maxwell started to say some funny words that started with F and ended with you but she doesn’t remember the whole word, it comes and goes, and there are pieces that are incomplete, or better, they are completed with blank. She can only remember the face expressions, she remembers very well a lady who had spaghetti coming out of her mouth (she left the dinner, on her plate which was on top of the table, get cold to come and see what was happening). Haven’t they have heard that curiosity killed the cat?

Your History just isn't going to work. Your dad can't be Snoop Dogg and the whole going to sleep waking up three years later. I don't get it. I think you need to rewrite your entire history. Also you don't need to say 'like those Harry Potter movies". This is a school from that series. Thats confusing. Also you need to add more to your personality.

[Otis Barberis]

First Name: Otis

Last Name: Barberis

Age: seventeen

Appearance:
History: Otis Barberis has a big family tree that goes all the way back to the B.C. era. He is one hundred percent greek and his parents tell him and his siblings that they are desedants from royalty, but Otis didn't exactly believe in those stories since they've been one of the poor families in Greece for a long time.

But his parents think that they're desendants from one of the greek gods, like Apollo, Zeus, or Aphrodite. Otis on the other hand, was smarter than his parents, and knew that gods didn't exsist. He just couldn't convince them that he was right and the smarter and more reasonable one.

Each generation has been different for the Barberis throughout the centuries. It started out as a rich wizard and his family. His son though, became poor and then his son became rich, and so on and so on. It went on for many years and still has. It just so happens that Otis' family was the poor family this time. Since his parents believed in the old myth, they tried to educate their sons and daughters the best they could. Their Aunt Demeter was a teacher and also helped them with raising their children.

When Otis was born, he was their second son. His older brother was named Atlas after one of the greek gods and was only a year older than Otis. But just a month later Otis was having visions of the future, but his parents didn't know that since Otis couldn't talk and tell them. But ironically, his middle name was Apollo - the god of prophecy. But his parents didn't really think too much about the names, since they decided that all of their children were giong to have a god's or godess' name in them.

Two years later twin girls came and their parents named them Hestia and Hera. Otis was only two and was just starting to form a single sentece but was having visions of the future more often, but nothing too big. The last of the Barberis children came and it was another boy. Because of his bright blonde hair that seemed to have a glow to it, their parents decided to name him Chrysander Zeus. That was the last, but it was just beginning.

Now by the age of seven, Otis could speak much better and told his parents about the visions he was having. It was a good thing his parents were a witch and wizard. They knew what this meant and told him he was a seer and they saw into the future. It made sense to Otis and he was the only one in the family that had this talent.

One day when Otis was eight, he was playing out in the fields near the dark forest that never seemed to be light and cheery. Chrysander, his younger brother was with him and they were playing around, just being kids and having fun. It got dark out and Otis stopped dead and had a vision that a vampire was going to attack littler Chrysander and turn him into a vampire. Trying not to panic, Otis told him it was time to go and headed out of the forest. But just as they were at the edge Otis heard footsteps and a second later saw the face of a vampire. Otis quickly picked up a rock and threw at the face. Not thinking, he picked up his little brother and ran to his house screaming for help the whole way.

But he didn't need help. The vampire didn't dare venture out past the forest and Otis and Chrysander were safe and sound. Not just three months later, their father lost his job. No one else would hire him in Greece, but a job offer was open in France. It was the only option they had, so they packed up and moved to France.

When they first moved there, they didn't understand anyone. They didn't speak french one bit. They knew some English, but that was it. It was a hard first year, but they got by. Plus, they heard of a school for witches and wizards in France and hoped their children would get accepted. When Atlas was ten, he got a letter and was accepted into Beauxbatons. It was a happy day for the Barberis family. Otis was all physched up for when it was his turn, and that day came just a year later.

Personality: When you first come across Otis, you think of him as one of those silent leaders. And he truely is. He's not a loud kid to start with. His older brother is the louder one. Otis was always the brains behind the scheme and Atlas was the person to make it happen. He's very helpful with most people and definietly had some brains in that head, unlike his father. Since he didn't believe in those old myths, Otis has a carefree life and wanted to make the most of it.

He's also althetic. He doesn't play any sports, but loves to run. He may be the fastest runner alive for all he knew. Running is a hobby to him and is fun also. It brings out his energetic side of him, which most people don't see that often. He may be on the quieter side, but he's a very outgoing guy. Otis loves to party and have fun all the time. When he was younger and went to his friends birthday parties, he was the life of the party and the one to make up fun games.

As he got older, he became more like his father in some ways. Like his father he was tall, built of muscle, and charming. But he got his funny attitude from his mother. His family likes to yell at each other a lot and Otis doesn't like yelling too much. So to lighten the mood, he'll make jokes out of the situation or something else to get them to laugh or get them to see how stuid they sound.

Sample RP: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! the alarm clock went trying to wake Otis up. His big hand slamed down the snooze button and went back to sleep snoring. Otis had a late night last night, staying up talking to his friend on the phone. He didn't usualy talk on the phone that much, but for some reason, he and his friend hd a lot to talk about. It was amazing but Otis didn't feel like getting up today. He just wanted to lay in bed all morning and sleep. But Otis knew better than to do that. His mother would think he was sick and when she found out he wasn't she'd through a fit and start yelling at him that he needed to be a responsible boy and get up when the alarm goes off.

Otis groaned and sat up, but got up too fast and his vision was gone. He blinked a couple of times and then the blackness went away but felt slightly dizzy. Otis got up and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. But by the time he got there, it was taken and there was a line. It sucked having just one bathroom when you had two girls in the house that take hours to get ready. He was sure Hera was in their. She always took steaming hot showers when she wasn't supposed to. That's probably why she took the shower when she could.

Otis stared at the steam while he waited in line behind his little brother. "You wanna go next?" He asked after Hera got out of the bathroom with a towel on her head and a towel wrapped around her body. "Nah. You were probably waiting longer and you don't wanna shower in cold water." Otis said giving Chrysander a light punch in the arm. He watched him go in and then waited another ten minutes before Chrysander was out.

The water wasn't that bad. It was a bit cold, but a least he could feel the warm water still coming out. But by the time he was almost done, cold water was all he felt and could feel his teeth clanging together. He got out and went to his bedroom to get dressed and when he arrived in the kitchen, people were already eating.

It was a dull morning as usual for Otis anyways. He couldn't wait to go back to school so he wouldn't be in the same rountine everyday. Sure he loved his place, but Beauxbatons was just better. Their food was amazing and their showers didn't run out of hot water. Otis sighed and went back to his bedroom he shared with his older brother Atlas. He sat down on his bed and began to daydream and trace his fingers on his bed.

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Hmmm, I think.. Rouerie

[spersafone]

First Name: spersafone lyra

Last Name: spade

Age: seventeen

Appearance:


History:

In the year of 1998, a terrible accident happened-Spersafone's father was dead. Albert Spade worked for the Ministry of Magic and was of fairy-blood. During the workday in the Ministry of Magic there was a terrible attack there. Most people thought it was the Dark Wizard which was completely impossible. More than 20 people in the Ministry of Magic was killed, including Spersafone's father. Marie Spade [Spersafone's mother] and Laura Spade [Spersafone's aunt] both were rained over by the sorrowful news. Spersafone was only eight or seven years old, when that accident happened. Now Spersafone's loving father was dead and she only had her mother and aunt to take care of her.

The age of 12, Spersafone was lonely and living in the muggle world. She went to school with her muggle friends, knowing that she doesn't belong there. She was relieved that her mother atleast told her that she is truely a witch who was a fairy. And then she was ready to know the truth about her father which she was kind of not ready to find out about, but she wanted to know. After the horrible news, Spersafone cried to tears and thought to herself that it wasn't even an accident what happened at the Ministry. And after she heard about the news she started to have dreams about fairies talking to her and her dreams showed her father looking at her, and tellilng her 'don't you remember me?' Spersafone didn't believe her dreams, and to her it was more like nightmares. She didn't want to tell her mother about it because she thought it was useless. But she wanted a source that will help her know what kind of dreams she's having. Maybe she'll find out about it in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the school that her aunt told her about.

After two weeks of horrific dreams she asked her mother if she could go to Beauxbatons. It took almost three weeks to get the appoval from her mother when suddenly the decision was made that Spersafone can go to Bauxbatons. Maybe learning Divination could help her with finding out her dreams and what they mean. Just maybe.

Personality:

Determined Spersafone is a very independent person who loves to follow her heart and ignores her mind. She is headstrong and that gets in the way at times. Being headstrong is not always good but Spersafone can't help that, since her excuse is mostly "that's who I am." She doesn't like to rely on anybody just be herself. She believes in not being a soldier but a butterfly that flys freely.

Emotional Spersafone is very poetic and emotional. Even the littlest to the biggest news of sorrow can drive her into a waterfall of tears on her face. But what is different about Spersafone's emotional side is that she doesn't like to show people what she is feeling. Like when she gets sad she likes to cry in her own space. But when she get's mad her feelings come out more then her tears do when she cries. Spersafone can never vent her feelings when she's mad because she just feels like it can't solve the problem she might have.

Curious Being curious is what most people are escpecially Spersafone. When she gets those freaky dreams she feels like she needs to know the secret behind that and she would go to any extent to find out what it is. That is with any situation like friends, family, and boys. But being curious didn't always help Spersafone and that didn't stop her anyways from trying to find out every single detail about anything that seems important or just exciting.

Sample RP:

The dark smoke made it hard to catch a glimpse of the frozen figure ahead of her. Spersafone threw a rock that was at her bare feet, to see if the surface underneath her was water or cold stone. Then a thump sound came from the distance and a figure crept closer and closer. But more blurry by each step it took. "Who's there!?" the figure yelled as it briskly walked faster and faster until full speed. Spersafone was shocked and frightened as she ran for her life into the foggy mist not knowing where she was going...

Spersafone sat up straight on her bed sweating and she felt a small tear that laid on her face frozen and still. Her sweaty and numb hands couldn't move at all. Her body all shaken and paralyzed on the bed. A minute passed by and her alarm clock sounded as Spersafone jumped startled and as if she gotten out her paralyzed state. She slowly and caustiously moved onto her soft carpet as if she might get bitten by it and headed over to her mirror that looked abandoned and rusty. Touching her face so wet with frightened sweat she looked straight into her reflection in the mirror and stared straight into her eyes.

"How come?" she asked herself looking straight and not blinking. "Who is he? Father?" She then took a glimpse at her clock and realized she set the time wrong on her alarm and that it was six o' clock in the morning. Spersafone took her robe and put it on then carried a flashlight, turned it on and felt the warmth of it on her face. The rumbling sound of her stomach made her think about food, though her mind said otherwise. Being half awake and half asleep made Spersafone feel as if she was sleep-walking.

She carried on down the staires and saw a figure though it was just a lamp. And headed through the doors outside. She looked around and half of her face was lit by the light of the warm risen sun. She then saw a shadow sneaking and looked as if it was in a hurry, run around the fence across her house. And something seemed suspicious about that figure and Spersafone thought that it looked just like the one in her dreams. But was it?

Must be Rouerie