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[amandakroft]

First Name: Amanda
Last Name: Kroft
Age: 17
Appearance:



History:

Amanda was born in the bosom of a muggle family, an aristocratic family - the Krofts. Being wealthy and their only child, nothing material ever failed her. However, the most important, parents love, was never present. Only her nanny permitted her childhood to be normal and healthy. So, in conclusion she had love and material things, but from different sources, and in consequence she never knew her parents enough to love them and know their secrets. It was necessary that Amanda almost died before they started giving her attention.

After five years of family love and happiness, they decided to move from London and went to Pyrenees, France. Although, the idea to go to the French mountains was good, Amanda didn't know they moved because they were broke. They had to live in a shack and they weren't happier than on that moment. It was difficult to live like this, but her parents were able to find a job in Paris and her nanny, kept following them everywhere they went. They used to go to the river, and Amanda loved to explore everything, all the mountains.

It was when she had eight years old that she discovered some powers she never thought she had. It was a difficult moment for her as no-one could explain it and some, especially her colleagues in school, feared and treated her badly. Everything she passed through, until she had ten years old, changed her and she became solitary and introvert. She didn't want to get out of home, and everytime she got out, she was alone.

It was at one of those days everything happened. She was alone, at night, close to the river when she heard howls. She thought it was wolves or maybe dogs, but it was something else. Amanda wasn't scared of animals, even those that were savage. She seemed to be able to understand them, but she didn't talk their language. Every animal respected her and never attacked when she looked them in the eyes. It was something she couldn't explain, but that night was different.

It only took a second before she felt its presence. Something attacked her on her back, she felt its claws ripping her clothes, her skin, her muscles. Its teeth bit her, and the only thing she could do was scream and cry. She was taken deeper in the forest, and then she only saw darkness and the warm blood running from her veins out. Amanda woke up in the river's border, almost naked and badly wounded. Then she felt hands grabbing her and taking her somewhere. It was humans and they treated her wounds and like magic she came to her senses without even a scar. However, the venom was already running in her blood. It took months, years for her to adjust to her new powers and savage wishes.

When she finally was able to take care of herself and the others, she traveled and tried to find her parents. At last, she found their shack destroyed and nothing inside. It was a deep shock for her and she never returned to be the same person. It wasn't only her new situation, but also her broken heart that changed her, once again. She remained very solitary and introvert. She was also more mature and less a child, although she was very young. She never came back to school again and decided to live in the forest, like an animal.

When she was eleven something unexpected happened. Although she didn't have a house, she received a letter from Beauxbatons school. A school for French witches and wizards in the world, who needed to learn and control their own powers. That was enough to make her understand everything that happened in her life. She was a witch, and she was bitten by a werewolf, a creature that existed in the magical world, but was thought to be mythical.

Once she wanted to know more about herself, her powers and learn to control them, she accepted the invitation and left the Pyrenees. She adapted without any difficulty. She was one of the brightest witches and she wasn't the only one to be a werewolf, but maybe she was the oldest of them. She could control it better and the nurse was nice and helpful. She owned everything she learned about her state to the nurse, including the potion that helped her control everything.

Six years passed, and now she's back to Beauxbatons for her seventh year. She made no friends and stood solitary and introvert, which made difficult for others approach and become her friends. She prefers to say that the people she talk are her colleagues and never her friends. She's too afraid to become hurt again and loose her friends, so she just runs away from it.


Personality:

You shall not become deceived by her beauty and angelic looks. Amanda is very tough and intelligent. She is solitary, introvert and she's afraid of every kind of feelings, especially those of friendship and love. She got out too hurt from the attack, but especially from the loss of her family. She's adjusted to her state of werewolf by now, and she actually likes it, kinda. However, she still needs to learn how to enjoy it. She thinks about that as a burden, a burden she has to carry, and that's why she never gets close to anyone.

However, she's very helpful and hard working. She likes to help everyone and she never chooses one side. She's on everyone's side. Although she tries to run from love, she loved lots of people after her parents and nanny. Amanda is very nice and has a heart of gold. Everything she does is in everybody's welfare.

Amanda is also an animal and nature lover. Unlike the way she runs from people, Amanda loves to be with animals, even the dangerous ones. Every animal respects and none is afraid of her. Once she feels protected by her powers she never fears to get in trouble and she always goes against the rules when it is about going to the Enchanted Woods.

She also loves to read books, draw, play piano and guitar. Since she was attacked she never did what she loved the most. But in school, everything she could read, draw or play, she didn't hesitate to do. In the other hand, Amanda hates self-assured people, traitors, lazy people, and those who treat people badly.


Sample RP:

It has been a long time since Amanda escaped to the Enchanted Woods. It was Thursday night and she was in the common room. It was the first day of school and she was already studying. The Woods seemed to be calling her, more than the Herbology book she was reading. It was for several times Amanda distracted herself with the soft movement of the trees. She remembered all times she went to the Enchanted Woods. The animals were amazing. They were all her friends, even the creatures that lived there. More than humans, Amanda used to choose animals as her friends. But it didn't mean she never felt alone. In fact, everyday she looked to her empty dorm, she felt lonely and sad. She tried to run from every people that tried to be her friends and people always thought she was self-assured, someone that thought to be better than them. But that wasn't true. She just didn't want them to get hurt. But inside she needed someone to love and love her back, otherwise she wouldn't have a purpose for her life.

Amanda looked sadly through the window. That was a beautiful night, calm and warm. The trees moved in the flavour of the soft wind. The stars were shining like never and... Amanda focused on a shadow, down there. Using her amazing sight, she realized it was a person and according to its walking it was a boy. Now she was curious. What was he doing down there?

Being known as a rule breaker when it was about going to the Enchanted Woods, Amanda got out of her common room and went to the grounds once again in her last six years. She looked around and it seemed no-one was there. However, she knew what she saw. Continuing her quest, she ran to the woods, trying not to be seen. However, a voice coming from the Lake scared and she turned, facing the boy that she saw some minutes ago. Amanda looked seriously toward him and finally talked "Hi!" she said trying to get his attention and maybe make him talk. "Who are you?" Amanda asked, trying to know more about him. It was the first time she was talking to someone without being called for it. She had to say it was something new for her. Maybe something was going to change at last.

Must be Cossu

[londonroses]

First Name: Nicole Rhyan
Last Name: Walker
Age: 16
Appearance: Pure-Blood [Half-Vampire but they call themselves purebloods]
Nicole is very slim and slender with electric blue eyes. She can bruise very easily but is hard to crack sometimes. She doesn't really understand love since she comes from a troubled family. She can speak Greek, English, and French. She has her belly periced and double in both her ears. She is your tipical 16 year old with a little additude. She comes from a troubled family though. And not only is her family a vampire but she can read other people's minds. Her best feature is her hypnotizing eletic blue eyes.
Full of: Greek
Wand: 10 Inch's Cherry Wood , Veela hair with a mermaid scale core

History:

Nicole was born on October 31, 1992 in Greece. She was born on a rainy day. Which is probably why she loves rain. But she was a healthy beautiful baby girl. Her parents adored her and still do but a lot has changed since 1992. Her parents are both Greek wizards and witches. When she was little she loved to make a mess of everything and her parents had to ran behind her all the time. Nicole was never innocent she always did something that got her in trouble. The only place she has ever known is the wonderful city of Greece which she still lives there. When she turned 13 her mom suddenly died in the night. Her dad went under trail for murder and was found guilty. So know she live in the same house with her older sister Rachel (17). They've tried to visit their dad, but always chicken out with fear that he may get angry and come after them. So they continue on with their lives as two troubled sisters. When their father got released everything in Nicole's world went down. They had numerous chores, they were never let out of his sight, and always had to have some punishment for messing up something. His punishments ranged from being beaten or being locked up somewhere for at least three days without food. Nicole's life was a personal H*LL. And she was glad when she could escape.

Personality:

Likes: Animals, Gossip Girl, Reading, Video Games, and Texting (much more though)
Dislikes: Smokers, Drugs, sl*ts, Mean People, and Snakes
She tries to help out with a lot of things. She is very kind and understanding. She is also very responsible and sweet.

Sample RP:

It was nine in the morning in Greece. Nicole looked out her window at her beautiful view. She was trying to pretend to be asleep for the moment she would go downstairs it would be chores all day. And if you messed up on your chores you got punished. Nicole had a bruise on her arm and leg and also a black eye to show for it. She could hear her dad screaming at Rachel for something. "You no good, dirty rotten..." he said. Thunk, and she heard Rachel hit the wall. She got up quick not knowing what to do. "I better get down there,"she thought,"Before it's too late for Rachel." When she reached the bottom step she saw Rachel cowering a corner holding her ankle. "Get up,"he dad shouted,"Your no good for anything," "Dad stop please," I begged as he was about to throw her again. I put my hand over my mouth as soon as it slipt out. Rachel looked at me with big bulging eyes. We weren't suppose to say anything to him except, "Yes, sir" or "No, sir" And if you didn't say that you were in the biggest trouble ever. Dad ran toward her his face purple. He picked her up and threw her back against a wall. Then he hit her for about four time until he was satisfied. Then he smirked and went to go sit in his chair and stare at them. "Are you ok," I asked Rachel. "Yes, it's just my ankles broken," she replied. Nicole helped Rachel up so they could try to start their chores so the day would go faster and end.

You need more in the personality section. Also it needs to be paragraph form. Thanks.

[allegra]

First Name:Allegra
Last Name: Darkling
Age: 18
Appearance:
Allegra is five foot and eight inches. She weighs one hundred and thirty-six though she looks like she weighs less. Long brown hair, with chocolate brown eyes, light skin. Athletic build yet also dainty. She isn't a fragile girl but looks like it, she is strong from doing lots of running and Cheerleading. She wears fun but kind of dark colors for they bring out her features best. She wears dresses and skirts to impress the boys but loves shots and capris when comfortable.
History: Partner/Spouse: She hopes to have one
Children:hopefully someday
Mother: Jacqueline Sophia Lovely, 68 pure blood witch
Father: Henry Nicholas Seraph, 72 Vampire.
Siblings: Ever Natalie Seraph, 18 and Natasha Elizabeth Seraph, 16. And Cole Tyler Seraph, 24.
Other Significant Family Witches/Wizards: Uncle Gabriel. And Cousin Mercy Morgan. Best friend with Keaira Venin.

Residence: In Ireland. She loves the place.
Character's History: Allegra grew up frighten by the once man named Vincent. He was a master Vampire, he was her mentor but wanted her for himself. She fell in love with a boy who she met only once when he saved her life in accident that involved her drowning in a river during winter time. And has been trying to find him ever since, her last source told her about the academy she went to he was last seen.

She grew up with her loving sisters Natasha and Ever. She was closer to Cole, he always encouraged her to go to England, despite their fathers wishes, to find herself and the boy frome her past. She went corresponding with her good friend, Kiera. She would get a job as a bartender and hopefully to find the mysterious boy who vanished when she was a child.. But she is always afraid that Vincent will find her and hurt the people she loves.

Personality: Allegra is a nice girl, she is one of those girls that cant be trusted though. She may be pretty but she is one of the guys and tomboyish. Sh loves candy, a great party, the game of pool and boys. She adores dancing. She isn't fond of drinking, arrogant boys pick up lines, and mean peope. If you are a beatch to her she will be one back. She is strong-willed and hates being wrong. She likes to rung and do acrobatics. She is very good with any martial arts and know how to learn very quickly.


Sample RP: Allegra sat at the bar and ordered herself a firewhisky. She was new to Hogwarts. A bartender. She was excited and hoped to become an owner of one. She left home when she was sixteen after discovering she was a witch and her parents, well foster parents freaked. Her real parents decided to hide out. Then she found them and ya ya she became one big happy family again, well sorta.

She just got dumped and hoped that the booze would mend a broken heart she could find some guy to hook up with. What ev. she thought and downed two glasses. She wore a cute short black dress and nice heels. Her hair wavy and long. She awaited for the night to begin.

Must be Sournois

[joni]

First Name: Pauline
Last Name: Belmont
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Pauline is rather short for being a seventeen year-old and it is unlikely that she'll grow a bit more before she becomes an adult.

Her skin is pale, soft and smooth. She has a few freckles near her eyes and nose which give her a rather cute and natural look, but she hates them. Her eyes have a warm chocolate brown colour and her nose is rather small and round.

Pauline has waist length auburn hair that she always wears in a loose (read: messy) braid.

This girl is not chubby nor very slender. Let's just say she eats everything in her sight and has never heard about sport either, but it's in her blood that she'll never become gigantic.

Pauline absolutely adores earrings, so she has quite many in both her ears.

History:
Pauline was born to Guy and Valérie Belmont, both pureblood wizards, in a small but beautiful house in Paris. She is the oldest of two children, recieving a younger brother not so long after she was born.

Pauline was raised as to respect muggles, animals and wizards and witches of any blood type. Her family was disgusted by the evil Voldemort and would never be one of his followers.

The Belmont family is a large family. Pauline has many cousins, nieces and nephews due to her very productive aunt and uncle Jean and Louise. Love and friendship, family and comrades have always been important to this family. They have large family feasts on every important holiday and the entire neigbourhood is always invited.

Pauline has never learned how to hate or fight. Only her relationship with her younger brother is anything but strong. She cannot accept that her brother can be so cruel to their parents. How he can just yell at them and call them names. Pauline has defended her mother and father against him for as long as she can remember. He is agressive and cannot control himself. This has been very hard for Pauline.

Other than that, Pauline had a beautiful childhood with a loving family and many friends.

Personality:
Due to having such a great and large family, Pauline is kind and warm at heart. She is helpful and will never judge anyone before she gets to know that person. She is also the first to protect those whom are less fortunate than herself.

Pauline is also very emotional and thus very unpredictable. You never know what she'll do next and neither is she afraid to show how she feels. Though, she is unaware of the fact that her big mouth might hurt the feelings of others.

Pauline is very creative. She loves to listen to music, make music and dance to it. The instruments that Pauline plays are the violin and the piano. Every since she was a little girl she had been fascinated by it, which made her parents very happy.

Pauline is quite naive, too. Being so kind she tries to make as many friends as possible and help them as much as possible. Many people take advantage of her goodness and Pauline believes nearly anything anyone says to her. This makes her very vulnerable to the evil that is everywhere. Especially because she has always been protected from bad things by her family, she has no knowledge about them nor experience with solving or avoiding them. In her eyes everything is good.

Pauline is very greedy when it comes to food and she will never share it with anyone. This might lead to many fights or humorous scenes. She is also very jealous, because she is used to getting what she wants and when she doesn't she might go loopy.

Sample RP:
Staring into her own eyes in the reflection of the mirror, Pauline was struggling with braiding her long hair. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally heard the door of her bedroom open. She turned towards the door. Her mother was standing there, smiling peacefully at her daughter. Pauline could tell that she was worried, she always was the day she had to leave for Beauxbatons. The woman slowly walked towards her, gently placing her lips on Pauline's forehead. Pauline turned back, facing the mirror, letting her braid fall down. Her mother continued Pauline's difficult job for her, only did she slightly pull harder, putting some pressure on Pauline's head. The girl clenched her eyes until her mother was finished. "Thank you, mom." Pauline smiled weakly. "You better continue packing, now." replied Valérie. Pauline could hear that her mother's voice was filled with sadness and she noticed how she quickly stepped through the door so she could hide her tears. The girl nodded, heading towards her closet.


This character has a way too perfect life. We may not request that tragedies occur, but her life is far too blissfully happy to be realistic. Especially if they opposed Voldemort. Most families, and I might even go as far as to say all families, that opposed Voldemort met with some tragedies somehow. They couldn't have gotten off scott free when say the Long bottoms got tortured. Also, your way too contradictory in her personality. You begin saying that Pauline is kind and warm of heart, and then you say that her big mouth hurts people. What? Then you say she is vulnerable to the evil everywhere. Wouldnt she be easily influenced by the pollicies of those that oppose muggle borns then? Making her seem niave is good if you insist upon her perfect history, but being this vulnerable makes her seem to lack any will of her own. She sounds easily swayed...so wouldn't that mean that, if pressured, she would hurt people? She's so easily manipulated that its logical for her to be used. So then she isn't really kind then, is she? Then you say in her eyes everything is good...but in her history it seemed she was a little dissapointed in her seemingly headstrong, rebellious brother. Wouldn't he seem good in her eyes? Then you finish it with saying she is greedy with food. So...she isn't really kind and warm of heart then, is she? This seems contradictory and confusing.

Glad someone here actually criticizes. :]

I am sorry for the misunderstanding, but they never opposed Voldemort and I don't believe I said that either. What I meant was that they heard about him and his cruel deeds that they I already knew they would never want to join such a person.

As of her greed over food: I do not understand why that would make her less kind? She won't hit people with a stick because of it or she won't steal food. She just does not like to share.

She is kind and warm, because she was raised that way. Her parents were overprotective of her, they wouldn't let anything evil come near her. That is why she is naive.

I don't really like characters with a bad past, characters that cry because of it all day long. There are people in rl who also have a perfect history and they are perfectly normal. She grew up and had a good youth, that doesn't mean her future will be the same or that doesn't mean she is a Mary Sue? Having a horrible past and everyone feeling sorry for you is more likely to make you a Mary Sue. Mine hasn't, so she doesn't have to talk about, so they don't need to feel sorry for her and they can treat her like a normal person.

But I understand. I'll rewrite it. I come here to learn and I thank you for helping me. :D

Just let us know here once you've fixed it.

[alexandre]

alexandre martel

FIRST NAME ,

Alexandre

LAST NAME ,

Martel

AGE ,

Eighteen

APPEARANCE ,

Click moi. Alexandre has long, wavy, chestnut brown colored hair that goes basically down to her chest. She doesn't really keep it in a certain way so sometimes you see her wrap it in a bun when other times it's in a pony tail or just laying down. Her eyes are the most looked at in public. The hazel sparkle bursts out in diamonds in the moonlight but in the sun it looks regular. Her eyebrows are finally tuned and Alexandre, as funny as it sounds, takes care of them the most. She makes sure that all of the hair on her body is either taken off in places she doesn't want it or is growing nicely and looks pleasant to look at.

Her clothing style is hanging. Alexandre doesn't like to wear dresses or skirts that often so don't expect her to show up at a party dressed like the Princess of England. If she's running late she'll throw on a rugged sweatshirt that matches her bottom wear or just any old coat. Alexandre extremely likes the color blue however for no apparent reason. For that reason, however, you can almost always catch her wearing at least one thing that's blue, dark blue or light blue. Shoes is not a very big deal for Alexandre. She will wear high heels occasionally but no regularly. She usually just wears the old and wonderful sneakers.

HISTORY ,

Alexandre was born and raised in the high quality city of Paris. Her parents, Genevieve and Frank Martel, raised her on their own. When Alexandre was five her father hit the big times when his factory was made into a toy factory. Despite him never being home often to see her grow up, they were a happy family. They moved into a mansion wore fancy and expensive clothes and went to ballroom parties and met princes and dukes as well as queens and kings. All was well in her world.

Two years later, Alexandre was seven and looking forward to starting grade two in the school year. Then one day during July, Genevieve and Frank set their daughter down and told them she would be getting a younger sister. Alexandre's first reaction was joy. Then when she saw her mother getting sick and throwing up all over the place she was angry at the baby inside of her. She was like that until, of course, Alexandre finally saw the baby. The cute little dimples on the side of her cheeks and the little tiny brown hairs beginning to sprout out. They called her Clemence. Clemence Martel. Clemence and Alexandre were best friends as well as sisters. They got along perfectly - at least in the public eye. From their point of view they were okay to each other but only okay. They liked each other as sisters but wanted their own life. Their parents, like all parents, were oblivious to this and had another baby three years after Clemence.

The baby was born in the cold and snowyness of November. However that was also the year that Alexandre got her letter. So little Jake Martel was just starting to know Alexandre but in the next year she would be going to Beuabxatons. The family kept this a secret between Alexandre and her parents. Not even Clemence knew. But as the years flew by Clemence was attending the academy as well. Jake was wondering where his two sisters where going year after year, since he grew up later on, and so his parents were forced to tell him. Jake grew up and was anxiously awaiting his first year at Beuxbatons like all young wizards-to-be are.

PERSONALITY ,

Alexandre is different, to say in the least, from the snobby and rich people you see on the muggle TV or in the Daily Prophet. She's one of those energetic, boisterious people that you love yet hate at the same time. Alexandre, however, tends to be the person you ignore most of the time but you always have a few things to say when it comes to talking behind her back. To those who observe Alexandre from a distance or notice her but prefer not to associate with her, she seems very quiet and preserved. Most of the time she's just sitting down, reading, or watching other people while she sits there in boredome. She's obviously the most social sort of person, but sometimes prefers to keep to herself. There are a few people who you can catch Alexandre bickering back and forth with, and the other people she'll be having a calm conversation, laughing or joking with them. There might be that one person who you can tell is her enemy who he'll insult once in a while, but you will rarely see Alexandre insult people. You will always see her acting wild or goofy.

SAMPLE RP ,

At the mention of her lover, Alexandre wanted to melt right there. She loved him more than anything, and she was really starting to miss nights alone with him in her room or the Room of Requirement. Canvas and school had really taken a toll on their free time, so the moments that they did spend together were usually in class, between classes or at meals. Never was there just a few hours of 'them' time.

Alexandre sighed and turned to face the outside of Hogwarts. "We never really get much time to be together," she turned and sat upon the ledge, her hands placed in her lap to fiddle together. "Being a Prefect is great, but it takes up all my time. Sometimes I wish there wasn't first or second years because they can be so dumb." Usually Alexandre never said a negative comment about anyone, especially young and naive children who didn't know better, but she just... couldn't help it. "Then, every weekend I have to go to Mark, and even if I'm not 'working' on a project, people are still always on me, so Alex can never budge in, and if he does, he can just... watch," Alexandre sighed heavily and looked at Thomas.

"Am I a bad girlfriend? I feel like I'm being really selfish, with Canvas taking up my life and part of his too." Alexandre looked away from Thomas, she didn't want to know the answer: it would just confirm her thoughts. Their outside duties were definitely unbalanced; sure he was Prefect, but she was Prefect and 'Mark Owner' and those took up more time than the entire Quidditch season. Not only did Alexandre want to have alone time with him, but she wanted fun time. To romp, run, chase, dance, tease and laugh with him. Push him in the lake. Steal his broom. Fly around Hogwarts grounds on his broom. Climbing trees.

Just to have fun.

Must be Rouerie

[``bella m. ROSE ♥]

Isobel Oliviette Rosé

Name: Isobel Oliviette Rosé
Date of Birth: 4th December, 1989
Age: Seventeen
Born: Marseillle, France (lived in Paris)
Language: French (fluent), English (fluent)

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Blood: Half blood. Part pure - part Veela
Wand: 10” Pheonix Feather, Rosewood
Pets: None
Patronus: Dragon
Animangi: None at the moment

Physical Appearance

Height: Five foot ten
Weight: 110lb
Scars: None.
Tattoos: A small Red Hungarian Horntail just below her pelvic bone on her left side

The Rosé Family:
Father: Duc Jean Franc D’Baptiste [Pure-blood, French heir]
Mother: Emilia Audette Rosé [Half-blood Veela, Herbologist]
Siblings: An older brother, Edward. 21.

Personality: Isobel Oliviette Rosé was born in Paris to Emilia Rosé and Jean Franc D’Baptiste. To those who have never met her she a delicate, confident, quirky and beautiful Parisian Heiress but she is far from delicate. Her Grandmere is the closest family she has, and they often go on trips together, like last summer around the world. After her mother left Isobel had bleak view of the world and those that filled it as well as a feiry short temper which came with experience of the selfishness of the human condition. She does not believe in love and so she leaves a string of so-called relationships behind her, moving from romance to romance finding some sort of sick reassurance in the faults of others. She does not trust fully, to all she is a mystery, an unsolvable equation which men think they can solve, and tame, that they could be that ‘one’. Isobel finds her peace in the short ecstasy of a cigarette and in the company of a few people. She is cunning, and too beautiful, using it to her advantage.


Habits:
Smoking, sitting outside, drinking & walking


The Likes:
Cigarettes, Fire Whisky , books, long walks, winter, big scarves, tattoos, hot chocolate, dark hair, being sure.


The Hates:
Liars, people who leave, being controlled, liars, drugs, relationships, her mother.


History:

Isobel was born on the 4th December in Marseille, France, to Emilia Rosé and the young Duc of Marseille, Jean Franc D’Baptise. Her mother had been born in France but studied at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry only to find that once she finally returned to France she would fall in love with a handsome short tempered Duke. Their story had been one to rival Cinderella. She had been working at a small Herbology store which brought Dragon Stems to the Duke’s house weekly, and they had fallen in love and married and had two beautiful children before Emilia left. Isobel has never known the reasons for her mother’s departure and her Grand mere blames Emilia for her beautiful granddaughter’s belief in the selfishness and remorselessness of humanity, inability to love fully and have the courage to leap into the unknown.

Young Isobel had been quick witted and fiery. She was always cunning and perceptive, but delicate and untainted believing in love, unaware of what experience would bring to her delicate little spirit. She had many friends, as she always has done and would sing… her singing was her father’s joy.
Emilia left when Isobel was 8, leaving her and her brother with unanswered questions and Isobel with a deep hatred inside her little heart. She exiled herself form her family and without the needed comfort from her now weak spirited father her beliefs in people weakened substancially. She leans on only her Grandmere.
At the age of 11 she received a letter from Madame Maxime of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic; the school that would become her sanctuary. Her only real home.


Example of Role-Playing:

Isobel Rosé laid on her assigned bed in her beautiful Beauxbatons dormitory, her head hanging off the side of her bed, letting the natural brown curls in her hair dangle lazily like silky drapes on the side of her mattress. Her slim and lightly tanned legs were sprawled in a strange shape over her covers which to some may have seemed uncomfortable but Isobel could not have been more at peace. She’d been fantasizing about her last cigarette, the smile on her face seemed to give the sherbet stick between her lips, held daintily by her slender fingers more importance than it should have.
She’d had to have been laying there for at least an hour…maybe more? She was beginning to feel a little lightheaded, it was about time the weight of the blood rushing to her head started to make her feel like it was going to drop off. With a sigh she propped herself up, slowly, onto her elbows. Her right hand stretched towards her night table where she grabbed a small hair tie to control her mess of silky wavy brown hair. With the other hand she shoved her wand into the pocket of her blue colored uniform then grabbed an angry looking book with a buckle around it, slipped on her shoes and sauntered towards the door.
“ISOBEL BREAKFA-!!.. Oh you’re-“
“Awake?...Yes. And although I do appreciate the fractured eardrum if you could keep the volume to about a 2 maybe Maxime wont have to send a letter home to your parents explaining why their daughter has suddenly grown a third arm” she said as she walked past her strangely awake dorm mate. The rather dangerous looking book started to growl and make threatening noises almost as if it were trying to frighten the holder, but to no avail, this girl was not easily scared.
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Must be Sournois

[carosinelove]

First Name: Carosine Love
Last Name: Crott
Age: Sixteen
Appearance:

History:

Daniel and Marcie Crott loved their jobs out here in the muggle world, Daniel was a doctor and Marcie was a lawyer. And Paris was a very uplift and high spirited city where you can get the best of everything. But Daniel and Marcie didn't have time to experiance it all since they were so busy with work. The Crott family was an ordinary muggle family of two. They had no vision of having a child at all only because of their business work schedules, even though they did long for a child and a part of happiness in their lives. So one coming day Daniel and Marcie were miraculousy out of work and on vacation. They went to live in Germany where they would stay for a few months. Then after a month of vacationing, they had an unexpecting guests and the Crott family became three. Carosine Love Crott had moved into the picture, and from then on she was considered the other muggle. Just because of how un-human she looked and pale.

Daniel and Marcie were both muggle borns but their parents weren't, they were both vampires. So Daniel and Marcie didn't realized why Carosine was acting so weird when she turned eight and how different she looked other from all of the humans. Then one day when Carosine turned thirteen she was exposed to magic and was showed pictures of wizards and witches and of her grandparents. At first she couldn't believe what she was seeing and being told, that she would stomp off to her room and slam the door thinking about what her parents told her.

As Carosine grew up she attended muggle school in Germany. She never had friends nor did she want any friends, something was bothering her. She felt like she didn't belong here with the muggle people. Lately Carosine and her parents noticed something weird with how she acted and how things just appear. And soon Carosine caught up with having magical powers in the middle of her thirteenth year of life. Carosine's parents thought that it would be safer for her to attend Beauxbatons in Paris since that was where she belongs. She was fully in disagreement about this decision that she stayed in her room for about a week acting like she was a two year old. Her parents didn't know why she was acting like this and so they sended her to Beauxbatons anways, since they knew that it was the right thing to do. And of course Carosine was still against this and was hoping for an easy time at Beauxbatons.
Personality:

Carosine's personality is hard and easy to talk about since she is of all faces. She is mainly hard to convince only because she takes her decisions carefully, but some time she gets confused. Carosine is very sensitive and she hates not being listened to or ignored. She can get angry easily and thinks that that is one thing that she can do to get noticed or not ignored. Being told what to do is Carosine's weakness since she wants to be herself and is very independant.

Carosine just like's to go with the flow and be herself. Some people might say she's snobby but she cares about herself somewhat more than others. But she is very nice once you get to know her. Mostly Carosine doesn't care about what people say about her or think and she just wants to be unique. She's a bit of a snappy queen when you get on her nerves, and she get's really frustrated.

What is funny about Carosine is that she hates surprises that the itsy bitsy little bit of a surprise can get her haywire and mad. And that includes people sneaking up on her and scaring her. Carosine is also not easy to fool, you can sneak up on her and she would sometimes know. You can try to sneak away from her sight and she would know you're there.

Mostly she is very underestimated and she hates that so Carosine would rather write poetry other than shout when something goes wrong. So Carosine would try to make her year here at Beauxbaton's easy for her.
Sample RP:

It was late and dark and the moon's light spilled on over in Carosine's room reflecting a flood of white light that casted a shadow of Carosine's profile on the wall. Her room was dark and only a spec of light from her flashlight could be seen. She was lying flat on her stomach with her legs behind moving back and forth as if she was swinging. The only sound you could hear is the pages creases sliding against Carosine's pale arms as she flipped every page gently.

Suddenly the door opened and a blind figure was seen at the foot of the door where a pool of bright yellow light came in, that Carosine squinted her eyes. "Dinner is ready and the talk is ready too," said a female voice that was Carosine's mother's. Carosine thought about what her mom meant about "the talk".

"I hope it's not "that talk"," said Carosine making an odd gesture and moved from her bed and through the hall downstairs. The fresh smell of warm and delicious home-made food, swarmed all over the house and you could even see the smoke coming from the kitchen. But all of dinner was quiet until the end where Carosine's father interrupted the sweet silence and said, "Carosine, we noticed some differences in you. Like your teeth and how you behave - " paused Carosine's father to swallow his last bits of food. " - unhumanly. And we know why. You are a witch."

At first Carosine thought that her father said she was witch which meant to her that she was mean. But Carosine thought for a little while and suddenly realized that her father meant that she was a witch, with magical spells, brooms and brews. There was a slight pause in between which made Carosine talk. "Wait you mean to tell me I'm a witch! Now I come to think of it grandma and grandpa are witches too?" responded Carosine waiting for an answer. Her parents responded with a weak nodd at the same time.

"We would want you to go to this school," said Carosine's mother handing her a small parchment with script that was hard to read. After reading the letter twice she looked at her parents and back at the half torn paper. "But I don't want to go to a magic school now! I mean what if I don't fit in!?" said Carosine in rage. Her parents tried to calm her down but Carosine didn't care and stormed upstairs leaving the sound of her room door closing with a bang. Carosine was against this and she didn't know what to do all she knew was that she had to make a tough decision.

Must be Sournois

[ariannaamadeo]

Name: Arianna Rosaline Amadeo
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Nationality: 100 percent Italian
Blood: Pure
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Father: Mario Amadeo; Quidditch shop owner in America.
Mother: Carmela Amadeo; Helps Mario out in the shop, otherwise a stay home gossip mom.
Siblings: Orlando Amadeo, 20; Plays on the professional American quidditch team, Daring Devils, as a beater.
Gabriele Amadeo, 18; Works in Romania with dragons.
Carlo Amadeo, 6; The baby of the family.
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Appearance:
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Height: Five foot; Ari always thinks of herself as not small, but fun sized.
Weight: One hundred and five pounds.
Hair: Mid-back silky, ebony length hair with side bangs.
Eyes: Piercing ice blue eyes which are sometimes a hazy grey.
Skin Colour: A tinted bronze; One of her Italian traits is she tans easily.
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History:Since the day Arianna Rosaline Amadeo was born (October 17), she was nothing but a handful. Even if that was an understatement, she was warmly welcomed into the family by her mother and her two older siblings, Orlando and Gabriele. What of her father you ask? Mario Amadeo was constantly tied up in his work, whether it be running the quidditch shop or ‘doing other business.’ When the news of a new daughter reached his ears, he was deeply disgusted. A daughter would do him no good since she would not carry on the family name. It was easy to say, Arianna was not a Daddy’s girl.

Finally having a daughter of her own, Carmela was notorious for spoiling young Ari. The small girl was constantly showered with frilly, pink dresses and teddy bears of the sort. Her mother wanted Ari to be the definition of girly. Carmela enrolled Arianna in dance and etiquette classes to singing and piano lessons. Too bad it was all just a waste since Ari hated almost every second of it.

When Ari was about seven, she accidentally walked in on one of her father's 'meetings' while she and her brothers were playing hide-and-seek. She only caught a glimpse before she was yelled at and shoved out the door in a rush. Ari was quick to erase what she saw from her mind- a deathly pale man tied to a chair, his head limp and blood trailing down from his mouth with her father’s friends all gathered around him, smirks plastered upon their faces.

Already a disappointment to her father, Ari could now add her mother to the list. Whenever she had free time, she spent with Orlando and Gabriele. Between secret late night quidditch practice with Orlando and forbidden playful duels with Gabriele, she quickly picked up her brothers more masculine habits (like throwing on what ever clothes were clean). Horrifying her mother, by the age of ten, Ari rebelliously refused to wear dresses and let her mother pull and pry at her silky smooth hair. Arianna was often scolded for ‘rough housing’ with her siblings.
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Personality: No matter how much Arianna’s mother tried, her daughter still turned out to be extremely tomboyish thanks to her elder siblings. Arianna would rather worry about who won the World cup then the latest fashion news and gossip. As a young child, her and her brothers would sneak around the house, trying to discover new rooms of the sort thus resulting in Ari’s wide curiosity in everything. She’s a spontaneous daredevil, willing to take on any challenge, proving everyone wrong. Taking after her father Ari is very forward, not afraid to say anything. She really doesn’t care what people think about her because they aren’t really important anyway. Arianna also gets the oh so common Italian temper from both sides of her family.

Ever since she could remember, Ari has been taught mudbloods are filth and blood traitors don’t deserve to live. But all be told, Ari wouldn’t care if she had a ‘muggle-born’ friend or even a half blood, they just don’t have to be annoying. Ari can start and keep a conversation easily, due to all the parties she’s been forced to go to. Arinna sometimes finds amusement in other people’s expenses, finding it oddly amusing to infuriate them or even making them become flustered and stumble over their words.
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Sample RP:

“Come on Ari!” Carlo pouted, lightly tugging on the hem of Arianna’s crystal blue martini dress in hopes to pull his older sister out onto the crowded dance floor. Ari glanced down, ruffling Carlos’s spiked onyx hair, “I think I’ll pass. Why don’t you go ask someone else?”


Carlo didn’t seem too satisfied by the answer but grudgingly drifted off to find a dance partner. Sighing, Ari leaned against the wall, watching the night unravel. Couples by the dozen danced the night away, mothers here and there were packed together quick to release the latest gossip, fathers mumbled and whispered words of the unknown, and their offspring hovered over the refreshment tables, spiking the punch. The usual, Arinna thought, crossing her arms.


“Mayy I have thisss danceee?” Slurred a young, alluring voice which sent shivers down the young girl’s spine, “I’m Travisss Parkerr.” The young boy, Ari guessed he was around her age, grabbed her hand swiftly. Wriggling and pulling at her hand, Arianna tried to free herself and replied, “No, you’re drunk and I’d kindly appreciate it if you don’t touch me.”


Much to her dismay, he gently kissed her hand and dragged Arianna out onto the dance floor. Mother will kill me if I embarrass her by making a commotion. The young Amadeo girl squirmed as he rested his arms around her waist, her patience quickly running out.


“I.Said.Don’t.Touch me,” Arianna sneered, accidently stepping on his foot- with her heel . Travis leaped back, letting out a wild yell, causing everyone to fall silent and stare at the couple. Travis rubbed his foot while glaring daggers at Ari, “You wench!”


Arianna groaned as she felt a firm hand grab her arm and haul her away off to a darkened corner. Carmela Amadeo, Ari’s mother, fumed, “How dare you! Do you have any clue who that was?! That young man’s father is your father’s business partner!”


Rubbing her arm, Ari sighed, biting her tongue. She learned from the past it’s better not to say anything to her raging mother. Carmela continued, “I honestly think you leaving is for the best!”


“I’m leaving??” Arianna’s head snapped up, confusion swirling around her eyes.


“For Beauxbatons,” Her mother stormed away, leaving Ari feeling giddy.

Must be Rouerie

[jazzy91913]

First Name:Demetra
Last Name:Jones
Age:13
Appearance:
History:Demetra is a halfblood witch. Her father is a wizard who works in the department of magical law enforcement. Her mother is a muggle. Demetra and her family have lived in Montpellier France all there lives. Every member of their family has attended Beabuxtons Acadamy since the school was born.


Everyone in the family of Beabuxtons has attended the school but they all ended up in different houses. Though the house rivalries did tend to get between them they loved and cared for eachother all the same.



At age 7 Demetra was a handful and so michevous the family gave her the nickname of Demon. She took it happily so now whenever a prank is pulled on the family everyone knows who had done it.


Personality:Very popular and gets along great with others though if you make her mad her evil side shows. When she's mad she pranks non stop which could keep going for days maybe even weeks.


Sample RP:Demetra walked into her new class looking for the victim of her next prank. She ran her hand though her messy long brown hair. Then her Hazel eyes sparked with excitement as she spotted a 6th year Cousseu boy. He had knocked into her yesterday and didn't say sorry. She grinned an evil grin as her mind mental filled with possobilities of what to do to the poor boy. The ideas zoomed into her head like a rocket they started with dumping him with paint or stealing his clothes and replacing them with fluffly pink dresses


I can't really read this since the entire application is in bold. Please fix that up for me. Also just by glancing I can tell you need more in every section.

[laurie]

First Name:Shane
Last Name:Whittaker
Age:16
Appearance:
History:Shane Marshall Whittaker was born February 21, 1989 to Melinda and Marshall Whittaker, in London, England. He has never left London for anything, he's lived there his whole life. His mother is a muggleborn, while his father is a halfblood, making him a halfblood. He's known about magic his whole life, but his mother, remembering being a child to muggles, wanted him to have muggle friends, and do muggle activities during his childhood. She felt it would make him more well-rounded in case he worked with muggles, and he would have a happier childhood.

Shane was sorted into Hufflepuff his first year, which made him unhappy, considering his mother was a Ravenclaw, his father a Gryffindor. He came to like it, though. It was better than being a Slytherin. He missed the small things, like basketball, but he played during the summer. He made lots of friends, and he had fun his first five years of school. Then he and his family moved to France. He wanted a new start so he enrolled at Beauxbatons. He was nervous at first, but then he was sorted into ________. Now he's made a couple of friends and is anticipting the new year.

Personality:Shane is a stubborn person. He always thinks he's right, even if he isn't. He'll argue his point, and even if another person gets him persuaded, he'll keep arguing until they get tired of arguing and say he's right.

Shane is generally a kind person. He doesn't like to make people angry, or anything, because it makes him sad. He's a very loyal friend and helps, no matter what. He's very polite an respects his elders, but he still has a rebellious streak. Shane likes to do the craziest things. He'll pull some crazy stunt, and won't get in trouble, because he can get away with anything. Well amot anything. here are still a few people who don't fall for his charm.

Shane's family was scared so scared for him, they got him transferred to Beauxbatons's. They didn't want him in a school run by death eaters or anything bad like that. They wanted him in a school with a good environment, and so Beauxbaton's happened.

Sample RP:Shane sat by the tree next to the lake outside, watching the squid float around. He had his homework next to him, but he wasn't doing it. He would just do it later. He was thinking about the girl he'd met earlier. She had lon, curly back hair, bright green eyes, and a nice smile. If he had been himself, he would've walked up to her, but something about her stopped him. Nothing like that had ever happened to him. It felt weird. He was usually bold, he always did crazy stuff. He hadn't been himself.

And who should walk past now, the same girl he'd been thinking about. He almost called out to her but he just couldn't. His mout was dry, he was nervous. He could've hit himself. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. He was thinking about all the other times he'd been crazy and asked a girl out after just seeing her. Usually they said yes, but he just couldn't ask this person.

She walked past him, but then stopped and turned around. She looked at him for a few seconds and walked over. He was tongue-tied, but somehow he managed to say, "Hi...I-I'm Shane," and hoped she wouldn't hate him.

((Um, i was wondering if i could have a house that's not cossu because i already have a cossu account))

This won't work. We're in 2008 here. If you were born in 81 you'd be 27 and not a student. Plus I can't expect that history sense it is basically taken from HP. Make up one for now.

Better??

You're pretty off on your years. He had fun his first five years of Hogwarts...so that would make him 16, wouldn't it? And yet you say he's 19? Which is he? Figure out/change it accordingly. I'll know if you dont.

Must be Sournois

Oh I'm sorry!!

[mayrichards]

First Name: May-Solenne (Mayzie)

Last Name: Richards

Age: 15

Appearance: Mayzie is rather short for her age, but she makes up for it with her slim body and strong figure. She would be considered by most people to be beautiful, but that doesn't mean that everybody that she becomes acquainted with likes her or anything like that nonsense. xD She has greyish-blue eyes and long, silver blond hair. She has a heart shaped face and strong cheekbones. A good model for her would probably be Kirsten Dunst:

History: Mayzie grew up in a small house in southern England, not found on any map. She is a pureblood, her father having gone to Hogwarts when he was younger, and her mother having gone to Beauxbatons. Her father was in Hufflepuff, her mother in Sournois. Mayzie's mother was half veela, and she definitely passed the veela blood down to Mayzie and her sisters, Annalee and Avril. Annalee and Avril are a year apart, one being a fourth year and one being a third year, and both are in Cossu (not on this board, but I'll play as if Mayzie's sisters do go to this school).

Mayzie grew up rather poor, and her mother can be bitter at times, as her mother had a fairly rough childhood. Basically, Mayzie doesn't get along well with her mother, because she doesn't understand where she's coming from. She really identifies with her father, who works hard and always has a smile, though the same cannot be said for her. Her father was born in England, giving her an English last name. He works as a carpenter. Her mother works as a saleswoman. They might not make much money, but they get it together enough to afford the necessities. Mayzie's sisters might annoy her to no end, but she secretly loves them more than anybody else in the world. Sibling stuff.

Personality: She has definite entitlement issues. She might have grown up poor, and she didn't always get what she wanted, but somehow she still ended up spoiled. She expects everybody to like her at first sight, and therefore doesn't block anything that comes out of her mouth. She can be rather rude at times, and when she is she almost never notices. When she does notice, she just automatically expects that nobody else will. Mayzie does have a good sense of humor, but sometimes she can take it a little too far, and actually hurt people. She doesn't always take others' thoughts into account. Meaning, she virtually never takes others' thoughts into account. xD She's not pure evil or anything, she can just be careless and thoughtless at times.

Sample RP:

The sky was horrifically cloudy, and the air felt like it was going to suffocate her. Rain. She could feel it. Rain. But not yet. No, now was the moment to wait, to suffer, to feel the frustration mound and mound until she was nothing but a ball of annoyance. Mayzie. Loved. Rain. The minutes (perhaps hours, she could never really tell) before it actually started to pour? Not so much. Mayzie sat on the damp grass (why was it damp? The rain hadn't even started) and looked straight up into the dreary looking sky.

She made a face. "Come on," she demanded in French. The sky didn't budge. "Come ON!" How horrible. The air was suffocating her, she felt like she was swelling a little, the ground was all moist, the sky looked absolutely dreadful, and still the clouds refused to break. "Ughh!" she announced, starting to get up and picking her patchy bookbag up as she stood. And then. Drip. She felt something wet hit her shoulder. A look of dazzling excitement crossed over her face. Dripdrip. Another two drops.

And then the dam broke. The clouds began to weep, large tears, the size of grapes. Mayzie's mouth broke into a grin as she dropped her bookbag (she would worry about it later) and did a lopsided cartwheel down the grounds. She did a twirl. Another twirl. And then, looking around to make sure nobody was nearby, she broke into full-blown dance.

Must be Sournois

[fayedonnelly]

First Name: Faye
Last Name: Donnelly
Age: 16
Appearance:
Standing at 5'2", Faye thinks that she's the perfect size. She's rather skinny and has a pale complexion, mostly from being an Irish lass, with a tint of silvery glow to it from her Merrow roots. Her long hair is fiery reddish-orange and naturally falls in waves, but she'll occasionally straighten it. Her eyes are a sparkling light hazel with the smallest specks of forest green. Her face is covered minimally with freckles, only on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her lips are sort of thin, in her opinion, and are always seen with a coat of peachy-pink lip gloss. She's known to wear make-up, but enough to enhance her natural features. She loves wearing skinny jeans and a cute top underneath her robes, and normally wears heels or ballet flats around. Sneakers are only necessary for running and being adventurous, things that Faye loves on occasion.

History:
Faye was brought into the world on a snowy January day in a small fishing village in Ireland, on the shore of the Irish Sea. Her mother was a Merrow from a colony far below the surface. She had fallen in love with Dan Donnelly, Faye's father, after being mistakenly caught in his net. Dan Donnelly was secretly a wizard and a local fisherman who owned a thriving business. He, however, was disgusted by this sickly green woman with a slight grey tinge. He tried to throw her back under, but her determination was too strong. Merrows are born unusually strong, stronger than any human could hope to be. In the end Dan was pulled overboard off of his boat, down to the sea. Merrows often forget that humans cannot breathe, but luckily this Merrow did not. She swam as fast as she could to her colony to ask the Merchieftan to save his life. He was merciful and granted Dan the ability to breathe below the waters for 6 hours, something that happened quite often.

Dan had been told that fishermen often disappeared at sea, now realizing why. This Merrow, Xeneida, showed him the wonders of the deep, finally stopping at a dark cavern. She urged him to drink a sticky substance from a seaweed cup in her language, shoving the cup into his hands. He took a sip of the hot drink and found himself sailing off to sleep. The next thing he knew he was on the shore of the Irish Sea, the waves lapping at him. He was flabbergasted and confused, not remembering a single thing that happened.

He went on with his life as normal for the next year, fishing and marrying a nice girl from the village, Glenna O'Deigh. As he went out to fish one day, he saw a vaguely familiar shadow underneath the boat. All of a sudden all of the memories flooded into his mind about the Merrow, about his fantastic journey. He still didn't remember what happened after the drink though until Xeneida allowed herself to be caught by his net. She seemed bloated or...oh. Dan realized that he was the father of whatever the Merrow was carrying. She screeched and howled and Dan hoped that it didn't cause a scene. The Merrow then gave live birth to a healthy, normal looking human baby. Dan was both delighted and scared. Before he could say anything to the Merrow, she had cut the cord with her viciously sharp teeth and dove back into the sea. None of this made sense to Dan as he wrapped his new daughter in his flannel shirt. How was he to explain this to his new wife who already had twins? He let out a sigh as he returned home.

Glenna was hurt at first, but realized that this child needed a mother nonetheless. She named the girl Faye and raised her beside her twin children, Riley and Jack. Riley and Jack were actually born out of wedlock a year prior to Glenna and Dan's marriage, but were still Dan's children. They were 2 when Faye was born and so the bond between the three was extremely close.

Growing up in that small town, Faye was ignored by most of the townspeople. Her birth was a mystery to them, and anything unknown was foreign and dangerous. The people of the small village shied away from the bright girl and refused to let their children even play with her. They called her a child of the sea, assuming her to be as wild and dangerous as her Merrow mother. This hurt Faye's feelings, especially so young, but the young redhead grew up to be fiery and strong and confidant despite the criticism. She learned to hold her own and to be proud of who she is. She occasionally visits the seaside and swims, hoping that her mother resurfaces one day. Xeneida did allow certain things to float to the surface for her daughter like a seashell necklace, shaped crudely like a heart. It was a locket, and on the inside was the word "Fayedrena". Faye supposed that it was her Merrow name.

Unlike her siblings, Faye realized that she had inherited magic from her father. She hadn't discovered her talent until very recently and at first didn't know how to tell her parents. Her father never revealed that he was a wizard. All anyone knew about him was that he was an honest, hard-working fisherman. He never told anyone about his wizarding side until Faye tearfully confessed that she had done magic. He explained to her about the wizarding family he lived in, but how much the community disliked him. He moved away and started anew here, trying to blend in. He urged Faye to try the same. She was exhilarated and beyond excitement when she received a letter to Beauxbatons through the mail, and knew that this was her opportunity to be herself. Her father covered her story by saying that she had been accepted at a prestigious boarding school in France. It was sort of true.

Her brother and sister were already well on their way in their muggle lives: Riley went to NCAD (National College of Art & Design) and is majoring in graphic design. Jack has stayed home to help his dad out at work and his mom around the house. He's a handsome aspiring professional cricket player.

Personality:
If anything, Faye is more wild and imaginative now than she was in her childhood. She's also learned to be tough and courageous in the face of anything and anyone, ready to stand up for herself and any others. She knows what she believes in and isn't afraid to share it. She's extremely proud of being half-Merrow and at this point, nothing new can be said about it. Faye has quite a temper though, and when she screams the merperson in her shines through...or rather screams through. She's spontaneous and is up for anything fun and adventurous. She's not to good with making friends...not yet. She didn't have enough social interaction as a child to develop a good concept of friendliness, but is kind to everyone who doesn't make fun of her. She's fallen in love with the guitar, learning to play it since she was little. It was something for her to do when she was feeling lonely, which was an awful lot of the time, so she's somewhat musical. All in all, she's easy to get along with, sweet and unafraid.

Sample RP:

"Faye, I'm leaving! Tell Jack that I'm on the boat, and if he wants to get paid, he'll get up!" Her father chuckled at his own ultimatum. Faye sighed deeply from her bedroom on the second floor. She had been admiring her new wand: rosewood, 10 inches, supple, Augurey tail feather. At least, that's what the man told her. He said that an Augurey was commonly known as the Irish Phoenix and that it foretold rain. She was fond of her new wand and was striking poses in front of her mirror.

"Yes, Daddy." She said sweetly as she heard the front door slam. Today was going to be a great day. After her father came home from fishing with Jack, she'd be on a carriage straight to Beauxbatons. Faye ruffled her wavy red hair and walked out of her room, down the dimly lit hallway to her brother Jack's room. She passed Riley's room before getting to Jack's and felt her heart ache a little. She missed her older sister, all the way in Dublin. She was sure that her brother Jack was missing her even more seeing as the two were twins.

She entered Jack's room quietly and closed the door behind her. The sun was streaming in through the blinds of the window, announcing that morning had arrived. She looked at her brother lovingly, his body strewn over the bed that was a bit too small for him. The sheet was barely covering him, and his brown hair was horribly untidy. Faye picked up a pillow near to her and grinned.

"Oi Faye, wot're ya doin'?" Faye slammed the pillow into his face, giving him a mouthful of feathers. His accent was a mix of English and Irish, which was weird. He was Irish born and bred. Maybe it was the fact that his mouth was full of goose down.

Faye giggled. "Top o' the mornin', Jacky Boy." She bounded onto his bed. "Daddy says that if you'll not be paid if you don't get up." She smiled innocently as Jack went into a frenzy. He jumped from the bed and began throwing on clothes.

"When...when did he leave?" He shoved a leg hastily into his jeans.

"He left an hour ago." Faye said simply. Fooling Jack, especially while he was so sleepy, was hilarious to watch. He was a natural prankster, and Faye was only trying to match his skill.

"WHAT?" He fell over as he unsuccessfully pulled his pants up. Faye couldn't help but laugh at her brother, her high pitched, snorting laugh.

"You!" Jack punched his sister in the arm playfully. "Listen, Finn, none of that!" Faye's eyes sparkled as her brother used his nickname on her...Finn. Like a Merrow fin.

She couldn't help but laugh. "You know I love you, Jacky Boy. Get going, now, before Daddy sets sail without his First Mate!" She walked out of his room as he finished getting dressed. She realized how much she'd miss her family here.

"Have fun on the Sea." she said softly, going back to her room to make sure she was fully packed.

"I will!" Jack called from his room. "Hey, kid?" Faye turned around in the hallway to see Jack's head pop out from his room. "I'll miss you, Finn."

"Yeah, yeah, Jacky Boy, suck up while you can." She smiled mischievously. He stuck his tongue out at her.

He knew she'd miss him. They all did..but who knows what fun awaited her at Beauxbatons? It was a new start, a new beginning.

Must be Rouerie

[peyton]

. peyton tailor

first name } Peyton May.
last name } Tailor.
age } Sixteen.
appearence } Peyton.

history } Miss Chloe Cooper, a pure blood witch, moved from England to a small Australian outback town, Jimboomba, in the summer Chloe was 18 and had decided she wanted to get away from her glamorous life in England, and not to mention her strict parents. She flew over from London, not even asking her parents, but telling them, that she was going to get away for a while.

Soon after Chloe Cooper arrived in Jimboomba it became obvious that her and the local farmer's son, Murphy Tailor, hated each other with a deep passion. The only problem was the more they fought, the more they wanted each other. After a few weeks they began falling for each other, and they were both to stubborn to admit it.

Finally the day came when they both admitted defeat. Chloe and Murphy had just finished yelling at each other and sudden;y they passionately kissed each other. From that day and on wards the young couple were madly in love and were completely inseparable. Don't get me wrong, they still fought like mad, but they would always make up one way or another. They were crazy about each other, and none could get in their path.

On 1st September {8 months before Peyton's birth} the young couple met up in the local park. After a romantic stroll, they took a seat on the bench. To Chloe's surprise Murphy got down on his knee and asked her to mary him. Of course she said yes straight away. Afterwards she told Murphy that she was pregnant, this young couple were just full of surprises. They promised to stick together and tell their families when the time was just right.

On 18th December Chloe and Murphy became Mr. and Mrs. Tailor before a priest and their families. After the perfect white wedding they announced their exciting baby new to their parents. Murphy's parents were happy for their son, and promised to support him all the way. Chloie's parents were ashamed and disguusted, cusing them to wipe Chloe's name off all of their records. She had married a muggle, and was now pregnant with his child. Secretley Chloe's parents began plotting.

On 1st May baby Peyton May Tailor was born in the local doctor's clinic. Both mother daughter survived after a long and difficult labour. Murphy couldn't be prouder, and he knew Chloe would make a great mother. After labour, all Chloe did was sleep for a few weeks and baby Peyton just cried, slept and ate.

Three months after Peyton's birth Murphy decided he would take Peyton out for some bonding and let his tired wife have a break. For a while Chloe's parents had been plotting to kill Chloe, and finally that day had come. Her own parents through unforgivable curses at Chloe, edventually torturing her to death. Once Peyton and her father got home they found Chloe's lifeless body on the floor of the farm house. Murphy was torn, he had loved Chloe with all his heart.

One disaster was followed by another when two months after Chloe's death Murphy's parents died in a care accident. Peytons father became the owner of the farm and a single parent. He knew he had to be strong for Peyton, and lived on only to care for his daughter.

So, Peyton grew up in outback Australia on her father's farm in Jimboomba, with her best friend {her father}, by her side. She was like most other children, she loved mud,food and animals. Peyton's father was always very protective of her because she was just like her mother, and he couldn't loose Chloe twice. His protectivness led to why he home schooled Peyton.

Two years ago the farm completley dried up, and the tailor's lost practicall everything. The farm was sold to some rich man, and all the animals were given away because they couldn't afford to feed them. Peyton was devistated to loose her home, and her father couldn't do anything but let the authorities take the farm away from them.

Seeing there was no life left for them at the farm they left for the closest city, Brisbane. Peyton's father got a job at the bank there and Peyton was forced into going to school. Peyton made no friends in Brisbane and was teased because of her fashion sense. Who could blame her for what she wore? Peyton hadn't had a mother around to teach her about clothing like all the others had.

After only 8 months of living in Brisbane, Peyton's father's work was relocated to France. They flew over there, much to Peyton's pleas and whining. In France Peyton attended another school, this time getting teased because of her Australian accent. She didn't get it, they had accents too and no body teased them, did they?

One afternoon while Peyton was doing some homework, an owl flew through the opened window and delivered Peyton a letter. Inside was a not asking her to attend a place called Beauxbatons. At first Peyton thought it was some kind of joke, but then she remembered back a few years ago. Peyton had been looking through her mother's old albums and she had found an old tattered letter just like the one she had recieved. Murphy didn't partcularly want to let Peyton attend this school, but he knew his daughter would never forgive him if he didn't let her.

personality } Peyton had been a very gentle soul for most of her life. There are still things she feels very deeply about, animals being her biggest piece of her heart. For animals do not know hate or cruelty, only people do. She's owned practically everything, from dogs and cats to parrots and rats -and has deeply felt a love for each animal. They could never deliberately hurt her.

Peyton is usually a quick–witted girl. That trait nearly always shows up when she's trying to adamantly prove a point to someone, and they're flat out refusing to see things her way. And it also tends to pop up in classes and such. Learning is great and she usually picks up on things really well. However, there are some classes she just really can’t grasp. Potions would be a good example, and Arithmancy, too. She’s always had an issue with numbers, and only encouragement from her father has made her take Arithmancy. She lives for the day when she can drop Potions for good. She manages to scrape average grades in those classes, but usually not without help; she just wishes that it was as easy to get good marks in those classes as it is in others. It doesn’t take much for her to get frustrated with a homework assignment and toss it across the room in a cold–fury.

And this usually means she has a quick temper. If you say one wrong thing on the wrong sort of day, you'll have an angry girl shrieking at you. Yes, that trait, too, is very annoying, but Peyton would like to blame it on the forever popular thing, PMS in overdrive. Most girls would use that as the blame when they're having a really off day, and she'd like to use it the same way. Though not as often as the male population might like to think. She’s a bit of a tomboy, refusing to fuss over the ‘natural girly’ things in life and tries not to be too overdramatic about anything. She despises drama in every single form and can’t stand gossip, either. If there’s something going around, she’ll most likely be the one to try and stop it before anything gets out of hand. There’s nothing like a mob of screaming, annoying, shrieking, over–the–top girls, is there?

So to go with the tomboy image, though not because of it, she has a slight passion for sports; both Muggle and magical alike. There’s really only one magical sport that she likes, which is Quidditch, and she’s played with various other students. There have been some a lot better than her, and there have been a few a little worse off than her.

She doesn’t have a humongous, overwhelming mob of friends but many in varying lengths of closeness, so to speak. She has several that she would trust her life to, and a many that are simply there for her to talk to or for them to talk to when they need to. Then there are only a select few that she would tell absolutely everything, every embarrassing moment that she’d had in her life, and they usually feel the same themselves

Yet, while she has these traits that could make her come across cold, it doesn't mean that the girl is without compassion. Most would call her a sort of hopeless romantic when the occasion calls for it, but she doesn't usually openly show affection. It takes her a long time to show emotion towards people in the more intimate sense, not that sense, mind, but more like hugging and the occasional kiss on the cheek. She does get the awkward vibe around guys she likes sometimes, but nine times out of ten, she’s extremely comfortable at playing it cool and being somewhat of a flirt. But she’s not a oh–my–god–look–at–me sort of girl; she’s more discreet when she’s flirting with guys and makes sure she knows if they’re off–limits or fair game.

Growing up without a father has made her one of the 'boys.' She loves to play football, and just hang out with young men. Her father has always been her best friend, so she made friends with the boys at Beauxbatons very easily. Her father is very protective of her, mainly because of what happenned to Chloe. He was the one that taught her how to stay strong.

Peyton is a very happy person when left alone to do what she enjoys, this includes music, running, exploring, reading, drawing, and writing. Depression had once been a very big part of her life (due to the farm being taken away, and moving) but she is working to stay away from it, and has done well the past few months.

rp exmple } Now just what would a first year be doing in the dungeons, you ask? Absolutely nothing unless they were there to stir up some trouble and blame it on some unsuspecting people down there, or perhaps hide from someone. Besides, the whole dungeon area had several rooms that loved to play tricks on passersby, which meant many of the rooms were rooms at all, merely an illusion until you ran into a wall. Peyton had had a few experiences with such rooms, but she wasn’t here to commit some sort of crime, merely to hide away from people who may want to snag some of her Chocolate Frogs. She wasn’t feeling too great that day from the beginning, and she had an extremely good reason mind you, and chocolate usually helped. Having stashed many away in a medium–sized paper sack, the sack fit well into her schoolbag and could be easily hidden. And it needed to be hidden a lot, as any other area of the castle she’d ventured into had failed to show any sort of hideaway for her to enjoy them in peace. The dungeons was a last resort, and as the circumstances were…

Dungeons it is… she thought to herself, walking down the staircase that would lead her right to the bottommost area of the castle and into the damp, smelly air. It hit her like a wave; one moment the air was warm and strangely inviting, and the next it’s cold and clammy and would make you want to turn around and seek the comfort of a common room fire. She almost did just that before she remembered the random few students who had taken notice of her chocolate and had asked, or just flat out begged, for a piece. Had there not been so many of them and not nearly enough Chocolate Frogs, she would have been more than happy to share, but that hadn’t been the case. So she hightailed it out of there and had meandered about the castle, searching for a quiet, secluded, peaceful place for her to relish in the sugary goodness. And perhaps discover a few new places in Beauxbatons as well, but that was a mere bonus. She hadn’t managed to stumble upon anything new, and didn’t expect she would now that she had found her way to the dungeons, home of the dreaded Potions class. That thought alone made her shudder.

The first door to her left was opened to reveal a room that looked as though it hadn’t been touched in centuries. Dust filled the air and covered every surface and it gave off the faint smell of mold. It wasn’t exactly the room that Peyton had in mind and so she shut the door and continued down the corridor. The next door was just a short distance away from the first, and opening it showed a room that looked as though it were used every day for various reasons. Perhaps for little group meetings, or teacher conferences….Whatever the use was, it was possible that someone could come in at any moment, and she wasn’t quite willing to take that risk. Perhaps the next room would be what she had in mind; hadn’t been used in awhile and didn’t have mold spots on the desks and chairs.

Closing that door and crossing the hall, she opened the next door into a room that was almost what she was looking for. There was a fine layer of dust on everything, but that wasn’t something a wand couldn’t fix. A simple wave cleared it all free from what would be the teacher’s chair, and she plopped herself down in it. She speculated a little on the chair, thinking that because it was made of cushion rather than the straight–backed chairs most teachers had the professor of the classroom spent a good deal of time in the chair itself. It didn’t really matter to Peyton, though, because she was digging around in her paper sack and soon had devoured two Chocolate Frogs and was working on a third when she froze. There were creaking footsteps outside in the corridor, and the handle of the door was twisting. Stuffing the Chocolate Frogs under the desk, she quickly made it look as though she were simply there to read, having snagged the first book that had come to her hand from her schoolbag.

Slowly, the door opened, and Peyton waited intently for the student, or perhaps professor, to bust her and then leave.

Wow, tough one. But I'm gonna say Cossu.

[shelbielovely]

First Name: Shelbie

Middle Name: Isabel

Last Name: Michigan

Age: Fifteen

Appearance:



History:

Sometimes growing up can be hard when you have problems that occur or problems that have been in your destiny just waiting for you to live it. Well that is just what happened with Shelbie Isabel Michigan. Carolyn and George Michigan had longed for a child of their own, but how could they have a child when their lives in the wizarding was full of danger, secrecy, and work. Carolyn worked as a healer and George was an auror. They both had hard jobs and they were passionate about it. Nothing could've held either of them away from their jobs. On April 5th, 1987 Carolyn and George had bumped into each other on the busy and crowded hallways of the Ministry it was like love at first sight. They clicked and went great together. They started seeing each other and on January 7th, 1990 Carolyn and George both got married. It was also very surprising that they even had time to be together and get married too.

The Michigan's had moved from London to Germany all because of business and of the wizarding world. They decided that they wanted to quite their jobs for a while and have some time off. On April 11th, 1994 Carolyn and George Michigan had another love in their life with being gifted with a small baby girl who they named Shelbie Isabel Michigan. As Shelbie grew up she looked really sick and was always having trouble seeing properly. At age five Shelbie started muggle school where she gained quite few friends and she had trouble learning. Shelbie would complain that she has trouble seeing in class and her parents would take her to a doctor but they would just say that she needs glasses. She would also walk and bump into something everytime not knowing where she was going all because she couldn't see properly.

At age eight, Shelbie was told that she needed glasses so her parents had gotten her a pair of really strong glasses even for an eight year old. But still Shlebie couldn't really see when looking at something. Her parents didn't know what was going on and her younger brother Austin was also on her parent's mind. Soon days had grown longer and Shelbie grew into being blind. One day Shelbie had woken up on her ninth birthday and had no idea where she was. Everything around her was blank and black. She yelled and screamed, Shelbie fainted due to an anxiety attack. She was unconscious and hurried to a nearby muggle hospital where she was told by paramedics and doctors that she was blind and cannot gain sight unless she has surgery. Her parents and younger brother where in shock and not happy with the news. Carolyn in tears, George speechless and Austin just sitting near his sister's hospital bedside.

Age eleven Shelbie was a quiet girl who learned to deal and cope with her disability. She was out of muggle school and her parents had taught her magic to her ability. Many times Shlebie would cry herself to sleep sometimes where she wished that she can be reborn or some miracle would happen. But no, all Shelbie would do would cry and shift emotions sometimes. She would get angry one time and suddenly burst into tears. She talked to her parents about getting some kind of surgery but everytime they would just ignore her and not matter if she would get better, since they thought that it was too dangerous for her to get surgery at a young age. Now twelve and Shelbie is missing out on everything. Life, friends, family and love. She had nothing but music in life, where she would play her guitar, piano and sing sometimes. Shlebie also found it hard to see how she looks and know the difference outside instead of in, and it was also hard for Shelbie to be herself sometimes and express her feelings. She thought that her parents only were thinking that Shelbie just liked singing and that it didn't have any meaning to it, but it did. It had a big meaning.

Determined. That was what Shelbie was ever since she couldn't get ahold of her disability. She was determined to not only get surgery done no matter what might turn out, but also learn more about her and who she was as a wizard. She begged her parents to get surgery and her parents talked about it with Shelbie's doctors and among themselves, and thought that they should try it even though they disagreed. But they only made that decision because of how Shelbie felt about herself and it was surely a risk. So after three months in the hospital after the surgery Shelbie was released from there and was allowed to go home. '

Since Shlebie was born in Germany she had always wanted to go to France where there was this wizarding school that she heard of, Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic. Her parent's thought of how determined Shelbie was about her getting surgery than they thought that it would be a good idea for Shlebie to learn more about magic at Beauxbatons. And so Shlebie had been at Beauxbatons since her second year and now she was ready for her fifth year.

Personality:

A lot of emotions had been the main thing in Shelbie's childhood where she wasn't herself and had to deal with being born with a disability. So she would cry herself to sleep and would scream at herself in the mirror touching her face and not being able to see. And her shifting emotions were putting her in a weird stage where she wishes that she were dead and not here on earth since she thought that this was no place for her. Shelbie also used to have some anxiety attacks and fear of being where ever she was, that she doesn't know.

Aside from her tough emotions, Shelbie is also a determined person who would take risks just to go and make it to the top. But her determination was leading her parents really scared of her health. Shelbie was determined of getting surgery on her eyes that she would not stop begging her parents for surgery. But determination didn't get Shelbie that far. A lot of times she likes to be a bit of a control freak and hates to be told what to do. When she knows in her heart that she can do something than she won't think twice about and just go for it.

But Shelbie is also an innocent person and through her years of having to get used to her new eyes and being scared of every step she takes just because of how new she felt. Shelbie is innocent since she hadn't experienced much of life and hadn't seen things that made her understand what she has to be careful of in life and what can help her.

RP Sample:

The dust around the room made Shelbie cough not able to breathe the right way. She closed her eyes softly and thoughts started to surf her mind. Her ears wide listening to all of her surroundings. The footsteps of her younger brother fading away as dripping water started to splash on the floor. Her mother's high pitched and shouting voice drifting away as she scolded Austin. The dishes clinked together and sounded like Shelbie's dad taking over his habit of washing the dishes.

Shelbie stopped noticing the household noises, and drifted off to a sleep. Her mind was blank and she could breathe in the dusty air that seemed to have disappeared and the cold misty air made it's way in as Shelbie's window shutters opened wide. But all Shelbie was doing was relaxing into a deep sleep. In a few minutes Shelbie could feel her whole body that felt as if a weight was dropped on her tangled and clumsy legs. And thought she was lifted from her bed and about to be flying through her room.

All the silence broke and Shelbie's mom called out to her for dinner. At first Shelbie kept her eye's closed and shut tightly ignoring her mom's request. "Shelbie!" her mom called out to her. Forgetting the dreadful disability of Shelbie's, her mom forgot to walk to her room and take her downstairs. Clickingo footsteps had gotton closer and louder every step and closer to Shelbie's room. "I'm sorry hun. Oh and I forgot, I need to add your eye medicine," said Shelbie's mom as she made her way to Shelbie's bed before she could open her eyes.

"What medicine?"

"The doctors prescribed some eye medicine so you can get better. But to tell you the truth I don't know what this does," responded her mom adding the drops of medicine into each of Shelbie's eyes. "OK I'm done. Now if you want to come down to dinner just call for me OK." Even though Shelbie's stomach gurgled for hunger, she wasn't in the mood to eat at all and just closed her medicated eyes and drifted off to a small sleep like before feeling as if she was on air and weightless.

Very interesting, but how is she veela blooded?

[kvarneychaos]

First Name: Aevrillan
Pronounced: Ave-rill-on
Middle Name: Kvarney
Pronounced: Kiv-are-nee
Last Name: Tarus
Pronounced: T-ar-is
D.O.B. : December 31st 1990
Age: 17
Birthplace: Sighisoara, Romania
Language: Romanian (fluent) French (some fluency) English (broken)
Blood: Vampiric Blood
Wand: 12.3 inch, willow
Core: Demiguise Hair
Pets: Toby
Breed: Half Savannah Cat, half Kneazle
Patronus: Lion
Special Talents:
Animagi - transforms into a Savannah cat, (which is why Toby chose her), with ice blue eyes


Physical Appearance



Body type: Pear shaped
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Height: 5’7
Weight: 117


Intermediate Family
Father: Alexander Tarus (deceased)
Mother: Caroline Tarus (deceased)
Guardian: Vladimir Dracul (not Dracula, he is a fictional character in a Bram Stoker novel)


Personality:
Aevrillan is a relatively calm girl, when she's in class.
When she's not in class, she tends to be the exact opposite of calm. She’s sometimes jumpy, sometimes lazy. The only thing that trully scares her are silver objects, (normally solid silver jewelry makes her slightly paranoid), fire, and when people stare at her (especially if she's sleeping, whichc she does often) it makes her edgy.

She enjoys high places and can usually be found climbing a tree or riding her broom much too high for other people's comfort. She has a temper that would make someone think she’s bipolar because sometimes the tiniest thing could set her off and other times even the roughest, cruelest things wouldn’t even phase her. She has cruel and vicious tendencies, and the only creature she seems to care for is her halfbreed cat, Toby. Her sleeping patterns vary, but most times she sleeps at night in her bed.

Some people think she has some sort of death wish though because she’s constantly putting herself in danger. She's a straightforward person with a streak for being brutally honest. She believes in brain over brawn, but more so in trusting instincts rather than logic or society’s law, resulting in her impulsive behavior and the fact that she tends to think out loud.

She enjoys being around people, but it is a danger to her and them because she is more vampire than human. She eats normal food, but it doesn’t fully sustain her hunger. The smell of blood is easy for her to ignore unless there is a bleeding open wound. People, of any race, even half breeds, are safest around her when her eyes are blue. When her eyes turn red and her teeth lengthen and sharpen they should avoid any kind of contact with her.

Strengths:
Because she is half vampire, she is physically stronger than a normal human, sickness and the like does not affect her because technically she is half dead. Curses affect her more, but they don’t last quite as long, as on a human.

Weakness:
Blood, when she gets the smell of blood she loses her logical thinking and becomes more like an animal. Steel. She sometimes gets cocky and it makes her neglect her defenses. She doesn’t trust people so she doesn’t have many true friends.


History:

Alexander is from an old, old line of Romanian Purebloods, his parents sent him to England to study at Hogwarts. Caroline was born and raised in the UK, she is from a pureblood line herself. When they fell in love, their parents immediately rejoiced. When they were married, the families couldn’t have been happier. When they found out Caroline was pregnant, they couldn’t control their joy. But what happened next, before the baby was born, destroyed the families happiness.
On a dark, rainy night in October, an ancient vampire attacked and killed Alexander. Caroline was next. As the vampire drank Caroline’s blood slowly, she went into shock. The severe trauma caused Caroline’s water to break. The vampire noticed and tore open her stomach. He had planned on eating the child, but when he saw her face and how much she looked like the daughter he had as a human. He felt compassion, for a human child, the first human emotion he had felt in twelve centuries.
He used a technique his old master had shown him on how to turn a human into a vampire without turning them completely. The process took a week, and it would last until the vampire decided to fully turn the person in question. The child would grow averagely until he decided to give her more blood. The more blood he gave her, the more vampire she would become, but until the vampire turned her, she would age.
He named the girl after his daughter, Aevrillan and gave her the last name of her father.
For eight years he raised her, teaching her how to be a vampire, and about her immunities and her strengths. It almost seemed normal until she started showing signs of magic. Vladimir, the vampire, hadn’t known that her parents were of the wizarding world, so this came as a shock to both he and the girl.
Vladimir knew a vampire living in Russia that was a witch when she was alive. He made contaact with her on one of his many hunting excursions and asked her to come with him and teach Aevrillan how to use her powers.
At first, the ex-witch was strongly opposed to it, her being originally from Britain and once a member of the Ministry of Magic; she was a member of the Improper Use of Magic Department. Her job was the destruction of wands. But, after much persuasion, he got the ex-witch to come with him on her own terms.
The ex-witch taught Aevrillan many types of spells and charms, but not in the conventional way. She taught the girl the motions and made her practice to movements of each spell or charm hundreds of times until she could do it thirty times without flaw. Then she would have Aevrillan say the incantations aloud over and over until she could pronounce them perfectly.
The ex-witch focused only on spells and charms, she avoided talk of history and potions, for a reason she never spoke of.
For seven years she taught the girl in this way, forbidding her from using magic until she 'came of age'. Once Aevrillan was caught trying to turn one of her shoes into a mouse, the ex-witch attacked her, broke her wand and nearly killed her; screeching the entire time about how it was forbidden.
(during life she had gone insane for no apparent reason)
Aevrillan was afraid of using magic for two years after that, until her seventeenth birthday when she 'came of age'. She was still unregistered though, and so Vladimir took her to the Ministry in Bucharest.
When they returned, the ex-witch taught her one last thing before leaving. Since she was now of age, and registered as a vampire and a witch, she could use her magic. She ran Aevrillan through several tests to see if she would be able to acomplish the last lesson.
She taught Aevrillan how to transfigure herself, thus making her an animagus.
Nothing more than a month had passed before Aevrillan found out about her birth parents gruesome deaths. Vladimir was out hunting when she learned about it so she ran, packing her things into a small black trunk with nothing else but her wand and her hand carved broom.
Two months later, in February, she met Toby, the overgrown half breed Kneazle-cat. She tried to chase him away, but he was persistent. She finally accepted him when she realized, after three weeks, that he wouldn't go away.
Vladimir found her each time she stayed somewhere too long, and almost every time she went into a town. She resorted to constant movement, sleeping high in trees and under bushes, most times in her animagus form.
She has been on the run for seven months and almost two months have passed since Vladimir last found her.


Example of Role-Playing:

Aevrillan took a deep, cleansing breath and exhaled before placing the butt of her cigarette back between her lips. The shadows of the clouds overhead fell on her, shadowing her and making her look otherworldly. She flexed her hands, waiting for the sky to open and the rain to fall. She loved the rain, couldn’t help herself, not only was it the only shower she could get, but it simply felt nice. She loved the cold, not that she could feel it , the vampire blood running through her veins made it so that she had no true body temperature of her own.
She hadn't been in a town for two months, being in one now made her uneasy. She reached down, bending at the waist, and scratched Toby, her cat, and only companion, behind the ear. He looked up at her as she exhaled in a puff of smoke.
“Where is it Tobes?” she whispered.
Toby’s ear twitched and he stood up. Aevrillan followed the cat as he trotted down the street, zigzagging in front of her. She shoved her hands in her pockets and watched the cat’s movements with sharp eyes. After two blocks Toby stopped and looked back at her, making a chirping noise. She nodded, understanding what his chirp meant.
She looked around, making sure there were no muggles nearby and put her cigarette out. Toby mewled impatiently and she kicked her foot at him.
“Have patience, little one.” she said. She looked around once more, making absolutely sure there were no prying muggle eyes watching her, she closed her eyes and then, her body changed.
When she opened her icy blue eyes again, she was a Savannah cat, slightly smaller than Toby. He smiled at her in a catty way and then turned, trotting up the street. She ran to catch up and then the two of them were running down the street, appearing, to the human eye, as if they were playing tag.
Toby finally slowed, turning back to look at Aevrillan. She sat down, licked her paw, she usually only became a cat when she needed to clean herself. He growled at her and she growled back.
She set her paw back on the ground and watched Toby flick his ears about, searching for their destination. When he started moving again, she ran after him, her tail held up in the air.
As they turned a corner, the skies broke open and the rain poured down in sheets. Toby yowled and ran under a car for shelter, his sides moving frantically with the rhythm of his breathing. Aevrillan laughed, only it sounded more like short bursts of hissing, and turned her face up to let the rain hit her cat face. As the shock of the sudden rain storm wore off, Toby came out from under the car and swatted at the rain drops.
They were temporarily distracted by the water and began to play, but when Aevrillan remembered their objective, she swatted Toby in the face. He growled playfully and nodded. It seemed as if no time had passed when they reached the train station at the northern end of the town. Aevrillan waited for someone in the crowded station to open the bathroom door so she could run in.
She didn’t have to wait long though because as soon as she sat down next to Toby, the door swung open. She charged inside, found an empty stall near the back and ducked under the door. After she had changed back, she came out, washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
She flicked her fingers at Toby and walked towards an unmarked door, made sure no one was watching and went in. She trotted down the stairs in darkness, walked down a darker hall, opened another door, and went inside. She reached into her sleeve, pulled out her wand and whispered, “Lumos”
A light sparked at the tip of her wand and illuminated the tiny storage closet. Against one wall was a small, black trunk, on top of that was cat’s carrying case, and leaning against that was a polished, hand carved broom made from a birch tree branch. The other walls had shelves with cleaning supplies and paint. On the floor was a bedroll used for camping, and a small box with the last of her food.
She sighed and pulled the cord for the light. Toby sat on he foot and mewled sullenly.
“I know Tobes, I know. But it’s the best I can do for now.”
He puffed out his sides, let it out in a huff before standing up and jumping up onto the trunk. He sat down next to his carrier case and watched as Aevrillan sighed.
She blew on the tip of her wand, a trick her tutor had taught her. He had said that if you think the word hard enough and blew on the wand, the light would go out.
“Tomorrow.” She said, sitting on her makeshift bed and resting her face in her hands, “Tomorrow, I’ll buy a ticket, and we’ll go somewhere far, far away from here.”
Toby chirped hopefully and she stretched out on her bed, closing her eyes and hopping for the day to come.


Underage witches and wizards are not supposed to do magic whether it be around muggles or not. So if she did purposeful magic the Ministery would have found her and been on her tail. So I dont completly agree to soemone else teaching her those things when she will obviously learn them here.

Different countries have different Ministries, and different laws. but since that probably isn't recognized, i changed it.
If you were talking about her changing into a cat, she only did that after she was 17, the legal age for wizards and witches to use magic.

Must be Sournois