Sorting (Term Ten)

[atuliz]

First Name: Elizabeth

Last Name: DuPree

Age: 17

Appearance:

History:
Liz (as she likes to be called) was born on May 23, 1991 to Adam and Michelle DuPree. She grew up in the States for two years before her and her family moved onto France. She picked up on French easily, being her second language.

Early on, Liz began developing magic after growing up with both her mother and grandmother as witches. Her father, however, was a muggle. He accepted the fact that all of them were witches --it was just shown as they didn't have so much work to do around the house.

After recieving the letter to Beauxbaton's, her mother realized that she had to go to a special school to learn the skills. They had dropped Liz out of muggle school by then (since they knew there was another witch in the family). After paying for her books and equipment, the young witch's father had developed a brain tumor that had been a result of epilepsy.

Her father is still alive and well aside from the unfortunate event. Thankfully, her family still has enough money to carry Liz to school, as much as she regrets it. (Liz felt it a bit selfish for leaving her father in his time of need. He didn't mind at all.)

Personality:
Liz is quite optimistic. She tends to look at the brighter side of things, even when crap is falling from the sky. Although, if something is going wrong in her own life, she tries not to let everyone know. She'll keep things bottled up and she has her moments to herself.

Aside from optimism, Liz is intelligent and creative. She loves art and she tries to draw on a daily basis. However, Liz has never taken an art class so she doesn't know if she's improving or not. If Liz isn't drawing, she's either reading or exploring.

Liz is bold in her decisions, but not so great when it comes to authority. She tries to make her own loop-holes in the rules, or even when it comes to it, breaking them and making her own.

Sample RP:
Liz tapped her fingers on the large wooden table. The fire was still growing by the second as her classmates wandered in and out of the common rooms between classes. She still hadn't recieved her class schedule yet as a result of being new to the building. Even if she did, she wouldn't know where to go. To her, Liz would keep wandering around in circles before she managed to get to her destination. Finally, she was already annoyed of her own thumps of her fingers on the wood.

Her blonde hair fell in her face as she was suddenly interested with the floor. Liz was distracted by her own shoes and the own shoe lace that was untied. She never got a chance to tie it back, it just hung there as she swayed her feet back and forth. Liz pushed her hair back and watched the next guy arrive. He was carrying four large school books and one notebook that rested between his arms and his chest. Liz hoped that her classes wouldn't be like that. Then again, being a first year, it probably would be. Who knows, he could have been a seventh year.

The fire was finally full up and flaming. Liz was now distracted by the swaying of the smoke up the chimney as the door opened again. This time, the student was a girl whom had just finished her classes. She addressed Liz with a small nod and proceeded to walk up the spiral staircase to the dormitories. Now, she was bored again. In a matter of three minutes, Liz never really found anything to do. It seemed that she was just bored of her own boredom. It'll pass, she contemplated.

Must be Cossu

[eva]

Eva Sophia Montgomery

FIRST NAME ,

Eva Sophia

LAST NAME ,

Montgomery

AGE ,

Seventeen

APPEARANCE ,

Click moi. As a pre-teen Eva was quite skinny and frail, due to depression and drugs for the most part, also from lack of exercise and activity. After she got out of rehab, she gained a healthy eighty pounds to get to a total one hundred and thirty seven pounds by the time she was sixteen. She now had a strong muscular build from five years on intense training in dancing, cheerleading, and racing.

She has long blond hair with many red and black streaks that reaches the middle of her back. She has dark green eyes which she almost always enhances with dark eyeliner and green eye shadow or some other type of make-up. She has five piercings on each ear and also has her navel pierced. She also has a strongly visible scar just behind her right ear from her accident and several thin scars on each wrist from her period of deep depression after her mother’s death.

HISTORY ,

Eva Sophia Montgomery was born on January 4 in Los Angeles California to Muggles Mark and Maria Montgomery. She had a great childhood up until her mother’s death. She was an only child and spoiled to death by her parents. Due to her parent’s fame, she was very popular at her school in Los Angeles, California when she was there. She was also very smart, as she skipped 4th grade and went straight to fifth, which was considered a great achievement due to her missing a lot of school to go along with her parents to a race. The family traveled all over the country for races and all over the world for vacations during the off season. They had vacations homes all around the world. London, Paris, Madrid, Sydney, Brazil, the Caribbean just to name a few.

All that changed with one race. It was the final race of the season in the Nextel Cup series and Maria was in line for her fifth championship win. She was in first place and nearing the finish line when tragedy struck. She was rounding turn four when the second place car sideswiped her at the wrong angle, sending the car flying and landing upside down in front of the oncoming pack. After being hit my almost every car in the pack, the white, blue and purple car of Maria Montgomery was totaled with her still inside. If the wreckage wasn’t bad enough, the fuel tank had sprung a leak and was ignited as the final car of the race screeched past, causing a spark and igniting the gas. After the explosion, there was nothing left and thirty one year old Maria Montgomery was dead.

It was because of her mother’s death that Eva became very reserved and depressed. Her father, Mark Montgomery, distraught at the death of his wife, turned to alcohol to solve his problems and couldn’t even look at Eva for she reminded him to much of Maria. It was during this time she got into drugs and got her numerous piercings. Her grades slipped and she was in serious depression until she was 13. Drugs, alcohol and cutting became her way of life. It was then that she was caught with weed and put into drug rehab. During her time in rehab is when she straightened out. She realized how far she had fallen and that she needed to change her ways.

After a year in rehab, at age 14, she went back to school into her nineth year at muggle highschool in Kingman, Her grades went back up and she enrolled into dance classes and got into gymnastics and cheerleading. At age 15 ½ she discovered the Underground. The Underground is an illegal street-racing league. As soon as she got her license at age 16, she quickly became the number one racer of the Underground.

All was great in her life until one December evening during a race, a Cop spotted her. She was chased for miles through the cold, wet evening until she hit a spot of black ice, spun out, and ran into a power pole. Not long after she recovered from her accident, her father was pronounced mentally unstable. Damian McQueen, the principal of Hilltop High, suggested sending her father to the best hospital in England, for treatment and that upon agreement, she moved to France to live and is attending a magical school called Beauxbatons, since she missed most of the second half of the year due to her accident. After thinking about it for two weeks, she took him up on his offer. Her father was transferred to a good hospital in early June and Eva took up residence in her family’s vacation home in France before starting her 1st year at Beauxbatons, at the age of seventeen.

PERSONALITY ,

She's very outgoing and works hard at all she does. She is kind and goes out of her way to help people. If she sees someone has been tripped or has slipped, she will go and help them up, unless they are someone she hates, which is not very many people as she usually gets along with most. She also has a very short temper that she inherits from her father. At times she can seem mean, in which she often says things that she regrets but this only happens if she gets angry and is pushed into the defensive mode. With a few words she can go from being calm and collected to being rude and sarcastic, but this only happens when she is provoked.

She can often come off rude when she is forced to do something she doesn’t like, for example, say she’s at a friend’s house for dinner and doesn’t eat part of the meal since it has onions in it. They may think that she thinks that the food is disgusting, but in truth she’s actually just allergic to onions. She can also come off self centered for when you mention something she loves, you can’t stop her from tell you all about it and she may forget that you are even there at all. If you interrupt her when she is dancing or reading about racing, prepare to have your head bitten off.

RP SAMPLE ,

Eva sighed as she looked up at the stars, a cool night breeze blowing through her short blond hair. The stars twinkled in the sky above her as she sat up on the astronomy tower. She was leaning back against the battlements, using them as a back rest as she simply looked up at the night sky.

This was just the peace and quiet she needed in order to think. It was either come up her or run into someone she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet new people yet. Ever since she had gotten back from spending her holidays in the states, she had been avoiding them all like the plague. She knew she couldn’t avoid all of them forever, but she would try to hold it off as long as she could.

It was confusing times like these when she wished her mother was still around to help her. Sure it had been eleven years, well actually twelve now, but there were still days that she wished she could ask her for advice. Which she needed now more than ever.

“I wish you were still here mom,” she whispered into the night sky, unaware of someone else approaching her secluded spot on the astronomy tower.

This is rather difficult but...it must be Rouerie.

[jacques]

First Name: Arctin Reyton
Last Name: Tailor
Age: 17
Appearance:


Standing at an average six foot, dead on, Arctin feels he is of normal height and weight for his age. He doesn’t eat too much nor too little and between his peers, he has always been somewhere in the middle, height-wise. His mother was always the same. She didn’t grow very quickly during her early child-hood, just like Arctin, but had many growth spurts during the teenage years. Felicity was always tall, also. Although she was never as tall as Arctin has grown to be, she was taller than her friends. Arctin has an average build – not being too fat, muscular or thin. He doesn’t want to look chubby, he doesn’t want to look anorexic, he doesn’t want to look disgustingly muscular and so he watches how much he does of whatever. He makes sure he doesn’t eat too much, he makes sure he eats enough and he makes sure he works out as often as he needs to. He used to be chubby, when he was younger, and though most children are he seemed to pack on a little more weight than the rest. Arctin always knew of this and swore that he wouldn’t gain weight again, once he’d thinned out. You can often find him either running around the grounds of Beauxbatons or taking part in some kind of activity. His average apparel would be consisting of jeans, as always, a shirt of some kind and if it were a cold day, any type of jacket he could find in his trunk.

History:

On the 17th of September, Arctin was born. His mother had moved within the nine months, away from where they lived in Ireland and toward a part of France where one of her friends was living at the time. Her friend had kindly let her stay, though after a few months of Arctin being born, she became tired of the crying and “smell” of the young boy. So Felicity was made to move, though having little money she had to borrow a lot off of her parents. Her parents only had little money, but nonetheless they gave what they could to their daughter to keep her in a home. Felicity had managed to obtain a small apartment in the centre of France. There was no view whatsoever, with only one small window; there was a terrible noise throughout the day and night from buses driving past outside; and the family next door were always yelling and screaming. Somehow, Jesse managed to sleep. Though all children do at young ages, no matter where they are, just like old men.

Though Arctin grew up as normal as his mother could afford, he still asked about his father from time to time. But by the time he was seven he’d just stopped altogether. His mother wasn’t going to tell him, so there was no need to ask. He’d been going to a public school since the age of five, learning the basics and a little of the more advanced subjects, as he was a particularly smart child, though he didn’t really exceed in anything in particular. On his seventeen birthday, however, he received a letter from Beauxbatons, which accepted him into the school. Soon enough he was sorted into his house, and being away from his mother allowed him to find his true personality. Everyone’s the same around their parents – quiet, innocent, as though they’ve never done anything wrong – and when they were left to their own devices they insane. Arctin, however, didn’t act idiotically when he entered Beauxbatons. Instead, for his first three months, acted how he had done around him mother. But when his fourth month came around, Arctin soon became a typical pubescent teen.

He discovered girls. Attraction became too big a thing to pass up for Arctin, and it went better than it would with most when he found out that a few of them actually liked him. Over the next months he grew up with the mind of any other teenage boy. During the summer, Arctin was out at a muggle party. One on the street he lived on which he had been invited to. It was a graduation party for the teens who had now left high school and one of the muggles grew up with Arctin and decided that he shouldn't be left out. It was a typical party. Loud music, loud kids, lots of alcohol. Arctin soon got drunk - as did a lot of the others - and people seemed to be disappearing. Put it this way: you didn't want to be walking into the bedrooms right now. Arctin's drunken nature only lead him to take part in these 'activities' himself. After that Arctin seemed to become obsessed with repeating these 'activities.' He was a lot more like his father than his mother in this department.



Personality:

Toying with these emotions
Arctin’s mother, before she got herself pregnant, of course, was an actress. During her early twenties there was never a musical, play or drama production in her local town where you didn’t see her name somewhere. She was talented in these things and far exceeded the ability than anyone else in her class. Arctin was lucky enough to gain this personality trait of his mothers, which allowed him to change his personality at will. At one point, he could look sad, lonely, as if he were the new kid who’d been around for years but never seemed to fit in, and then next thing you know he could be trying to get in your pants because he’s won your sympathy. One by one, you’ll now learn some of the more favoured of Arctin’s personality-types – with some turning out to be a lot more realistic than expected.

I see you lying next to me
Arctin is a ladies’ man. There really is no doubt. One of the few traits he picked up from his father, which he loves. It is truly the only reason he likes his father. When his father was Arctin’s current age, it is said that he too went around Beauxbatons in a fashion Arctin did – trying to bed every woman he lays eyes on. Although Arctin is considerably better in the matter by using his mother’s passed on talent to his advantage by finding out what type of person the girl in mind is wanting and then acting as though he is that guy. Arctin doesn’t care which house they may be in, either. All he has to do is make sure that no one realises just what it is he’s doing. As long as he doesn’t go ahead and tell anyone then he’s in the clear. Of course, his job is considerably easier if the girl is wanting the exact same thing as he is.

Stay the hell away from me
When Arctin is in a bad mood, it’s best to steer clear of him. And I don’t mean when he’s acting – I mean when he’s angry. He doesn’t care who you are or how you might be feeling at the time, he will yell at you, he will get angrier as time passes and the only way to calm him down would be to run or give him something which would calm him down. He’ll yell, he’ll scream, he’ll throw things around the room if he has to. Depending on how angry he looks depends on how quickly you should run away. If you happen to be caught in the midst of his anger spree, you’re doomed, I’m afraid. Unless, if course, you find a way to calm him. However, when Arctin is faking his anger, it is a little clearer to notice. His voice can give it away as it doesn’t sound as rough, which would mean he hasn’t been yelling prior to his arrival in the room.


Sample RP:

Arctin had nothing to do. At all. At all. He was wandering the school, trying to find something to do. It wasn't as though he were walking fast. If anything, he was walking too slowly. But he had nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to see. He felt like jumping around trying to make himself unbored. Boredom; something that Arctin hated yet was so used to that it now just bored him. He was bored of boredom. That was incredibly bored, really. Too bored for someone's own good. He needed to find something to occupy his time. Someone to talk to, something to do, somewhere to go. He was walking across the third floor, his hands in his pockets and his feet moving slowly across the stone floor. He had no idea what he could do. He wasn't going to do any homework. He just wasn't up to it. He felt as though the common room wasn't going to be any help at all and Hogsmeade was too much effort. He didn't feel like walking all the way there just so he could walk all the way back. Besides, it was a cold day. He wasn't going back to the common room, grabbing a jacket, walking all the way back to the ground floor, walking to Hogsmeade, realise he's still cold, walk all the way back, get a cold, spend a day in bed, feel like crap and be even more bored and hopefully die so that he wouldn't be bored ever again. But perhaps in some kind of after-life which awaited him after death there was nothing to do and the spirits there were just waiting for somebody to bring a pinball machine with them when they died. However, it didn't look like Arctin was going to die if he was simply walking along the third floor corridor, wondering what it would be like to be dead.

He often thought about the after-life; wondered if there really was such a thing. Of course, Arctin wouldn't mind if he became a ghost. Being a ghost would mean you get to see others and still speak to people; whilst no one could tell you what happened if you didn't become a ghost. Or could they? Perhaps one of the ghosts of Beauxbatons had been given a decision about what they'd like to do when they passed away - perhaps they were given details of the after-life before they got a decision. Of course, if being a ghost were the better decision, surely you'd see far more ghosts in the Wizarding world than what there were currently. Arctin decidedly thought he was going to change the thoughts he were currently thinking. He was thinking about death because he was bored. That was just... wrong. He was seventeen; he had his entire life ahead of him, yet he was thinking about death. But now he was thinking about boredom, which could link him back to wanting to die, which could link him back to wondering what death was like. He tried not to though. And he didn't start thinking about it. Instead he noticed a crashing above him and looked up. Now really, it wasn't as if something had crashed on the ceiling from nowhere, now was it? So why had he looked up? Because he was a foolish boy, that was why. Nonetheless, it was intriguing. You didn't often hear crashes about the castle unless you were in Potions and somebody had dropped their cauldron on the floor. Although if it were a cauldron full of potion, the ceiling would probably be sprouting flowers or melting away by now. He continued to look up and looked about for the staircase.

Once he'd spotted it, he didn't really seem in a rush to get there. He'd been walking between the third and sixth corridors all day. So maybe the fact that he was bored was slightly his own fault. But no one else was doing anything about it! They were out having fun without Arctin; leaving him out of things as if they didn't want him around. Nobody had actually seen him though. So maybe loads of people were stopping by the common room, looking for him, but were told that he wasn't in there so they went to the lake and drowned their selves because life was nothing without Arctin. Nah, he couldn't see that happening. People would probably be glad and go do... whatever it was they liked to do when Arctin wasn't around. He couldn't be sure what that was exactly, because he wasn't around when he wasn't around. He was normally around when he was around. So people would usually stop doing whatever it was they did whilst he wasn't around whilst he was around and continued what they were doing once he's gone because once he's gone he's not around any more. I understand that. Do you? Arctin shook his head at the thought, very almost nearly confusing himself. He got to the top of the stairs and looked around. There was nothing on the floor. Nothing on the sixth level of the school that could have made such a loud bang. And then he wondered which room it could have come from. It was probably just someone messing around again. As he looked through the corridor, he saw someone cackling and flying around the corner, and then saw something on the floor. It looked pretty weird.

He walked over and picked it up. He heard something drop behind him and he looked up, seeing the same person cackling again. He frowned and walked over, picking up the rock. “What the hell?” He then looked above him again as they dropped a brick and Arctin turned around, walking back to where he had once been. He watched as the person ran away. Well, flew away, really. They clealr didn't like Arctin, and Arctin decided he didn't like them. Arctin rubbed his eyes, wanting a place to just lie down. He dropped the piece of foil that he had found earlier and glanced to his side, noticing a door. Now.. that hadn’t been there before. He opened the door and was confronted with a place he hadn’t been in before. There was a couch which seemed to be pretty inviting, and as Arctin glanced around there was no one there, so he headed in and took a seat, sitting back and yawning. How come this seemed to be one of the comfiest seats he’d ever sat in? That door had appeared from nowhere... it was pretty confusing. But Arctin wasn’t complaining. He was just confused

Remember, PG 13 board. Must be Rouerie

[natalie17]

First Name:
Natalie

Middle Name:
Megan

Last Name:
Scott

Age:
17

Appearance:

History:
Natalie was bought up in England, in a little village just outside of busy London, by her parents Megan and Andrew Scott.
She was born on February 7th 1991 in a London hospital, and has always lived in England until now.

Her mother is a witch, but her father is a muggle, making her only half-blood, but she has the upmost respect for everyone be they muggle-born or pure-bloods.
Her mother helped Natalie with her magic when she was a child by home schooling her, and her father has never had a problem with the fact that the two of them are witches, infact he is very proud of his daughter being a witch like her mother, and supports all of her decisions.

She has two siblings, both younger then her, one brother and one sister, of whom she adores.
Her brother is fourteen years old, and her sister sixteen, just a year younger then herself.
Both of them have the ability of magic and they have always helped eachother hide their abilities from the muggle world.

After living in England until she was 14, her father got offered a promotion in his muggle office job. The family were to move to France so he could carry on with his job, and as a family, they all agreed it would be a fun adventure to live in France for a few years until maybe, one day, they should have the chance to move back to their village from which they had come from.

Personality:
Natalie is not a shy person, she is usually quite loud and likes to voice her opinions openly. This can sometimes get her into trouble as she is not afraid to let people know what she makes of them, or thinks of their ideas.

She has quite a bright and bubbly side to her, which can sometimes be annoying to some people, but she doesn't really mind what anyone else thinks of her, she likes to live her own way and do her own things.

She is quite a strong headed person and has quite a strong personality. She is a good person who sticks up for her friends. She is a loyal companion but break her trust or hurt a loved one and she can be your worst enemy.

She likes to have a laugh with her friends and listens to everyones thoughts, ideas and worries, but can find it hard to concerntrate in lessons she finds boring, or in anything she doesn't have the slightest bit of interest in.

Sample RP:
Natalie walked into the living room.
Her mother was sat on the sofa infront of the pine coffee table situated in the middle of the room.
On top of the table lay an unopened envelope.
Natalie walked over to where her mother sat, looked down at the envelope on the table. It was addressed to her.

Natalie looked up from the envelope, and made eye contact with her mother, who was smiling one of the biggest smiles Natalie had ever seen.
She sat down next to her mother and picked up the envelope.
"You know what this is?" Her mother quieried.
"Yes." Natalie replied, a smile spreading across her face, and yet suddenly overcome with nerves.

She tore open the envelope and removed the piece of parchment from inside.

It was exactly what she had thought. It was her acceptance letter for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
She let out a squeal of excitment.

At that moment her brother, sister and father entered the room, with hopeful expressions on each of their faces.

"I got in!" She screamed with a bright smile on her face.

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Why did she move? I also have to ask you to add more to the personality section, please.

is that okay?

Must be Rouerie

[avery]

FIRST NAME:

shea

MIDDLE NAME:

avery

LAST NAME:

laurent

AGE:

seventeen

APPEARANCE:

Shea has never been upset with her appearance, and she truly has no reason to be. Standing at 5"7, she stands out in a crowd, but not enough to be considered abnormal. Her legs make up most of her height, and she's extremely happy about that. All of her limbs are extremely thin, the permanent reminder of her younger years, when she had battled anorexia.

Over the years, her metabolism has slowed dramatically, so Shea continues to work out regularly, hence why most of her body is muscle. She's been a vegetarian ever since she learned of what happened at slaughterhouses. She constantly bugs her friends to change over, to no avail. She usually has a healthy diet, but can't help herself when it comes to Muggle pastries and desserts.

Shea has always had a beautiful pale complexion, but she never obeyed her mother's commands to stay inside. Because of this, freckles are now splattered everywhere on her body. In the winter, the spots fade, and are barely noticeable. In the summer, they stand out more than pretty much everything. Shea doesn't have a problem with this, and thinks that perfectly clear skin is utterly boring.

Shea's eyes are one of her most beautiful features. They aren't bright blue or emerald green, but hazel. She's always enjoyed her eyes because, while most of the iris is hazel, she has flecks of warm, chocolate brown in them. Her eyes are considered fairly common, but she likes them anyway. She doesn't care what other people think about her features. As long has she's fine with them, she's happy.

Her hair is probably the part of her body she cares about the most. It's a warm shade of auburn, always shiny and clean, with the perfect amount of waviness. She makes it look effortless, but it always takes her an insane amount of time to get ready each morning. She chooses not to use magic on any part of her body because she once set a table on fire, and prefers her hair... well, not charred?

HISTORY:

Shea grew up in a family with extremely high expectations. Her mother, a Muggle, was a fashion designer with a household. She wanted to keep at least one of her daughters in the fashion business, and she chose Shea. Shea never understood why she didn't choose one of her other four sisters, or even one of her two brothers. But anyway, being a model meant barely eating, and her mother was extremely strict when it came to food. While the other children were allowed to eat whatever they wanted, Shea was given a strict diet to follow. She even got a completely different dinner than the rest of her family.

She became so consumed with what the scale said that she stopped eating all together. It wasn't so much to stay thin, but to please her mother. Eventually, much to her father's pleasure, all of his children got letters from Beauxbatons. Of course, their mother wasn't pleased, and tried to get Shea to stay at the house. Shea had had enough of her mother's torment, and left without so much as a word.

Now, to go into more detail with her history.

On May 1st, 1991, Shea Avery became the final installment into the Laurent family. The father, Marc, and the mother, Natalie, lived in a large villa down by the Mediterranean. Marc, a real estate developer, was a wizard, so the family grew up with magic in the household. Natalie was always slightly bitter that she had no way to teach the children anything, but never showed it.

Shea grew up to be a beautiful young women, and was put into the modeling business. Of course her four sisters were jealous, which sparked an everlasting rivalry between them. The two boys, Jacob and Thomas, never really cared to interact with the girls, and wouldn't have cared if Shea had become an astronaut.

The Laurent household was usually a quiet one, but that was until the children's uncle came. Andrew Laurent had always been careless and childlike, and always showed off his magic to the children. He cast his patronus all around the house, and Natalie was always jealous of him. One day, she completely snapped, and told him to leave. Before packing his bags, he offered to take the kids to live with him.

Shea, around twelve at the time, decided to scare her mother. She agreed to leave with Andrew, and never told her mother that she was leaving. In a matter of days, everyone was looking for Shea. When she called her house to say that everything was alright, Andrew was never allowed to see the children again. This is what permanently unsettled the family for the next five years.

When Shea was around fifteen, she went through a rebellious stage. She refused to do anything her mother told her, and always did everything wrong. She failed tests, showed up late for photoshoots, and acted rudely to everyone. Natalie knew that if she gave up on Shea, it meant that she would lose the battle. She had always been competitive, so she wouldn't let Shea quit, even if that meant risking what she had worked for her whole life. Shea was fired from pretty much every job imaginable, and her reputation grew worse and worse. Who could think that a teenager who had everything would be so eager to give it up?

Finally, when she was seventeen, she got her letter from Beauxbatons, along with the rest of her siblings. When they left, the house was suddenly very quiet. The loud halls were filled with nothingness. Natalie and Marc were extremely lonely, but that was to be expected. Natalie eventually got what she deserved: absolutely nothing. Shea no longer speaks to her mother, and doesn't plan to ever again. Even though she had an event filled childhood, she hadn't been given the chance to have friends. She blames her mother for her wasted childhood, and believes that something that can never be forgiven.

PERSONALITY:

Shea's most prominent trait is how difficult and stubborn she is. Most people think that beautiful girls are ditzy and indifferent to the world, but that's not how Shea is. She has an opinion about everything, and she's willing to debate until dawn. She loves to get in arguments, because she always knows that she'll win. She's hard to be friends with because you can never really have a conversation with her without an argument. She's built mile-high walls that cover up all of the hurt and neglection she's faced over the years. She's extremely defensive and doesn't usually let people know what she's thinking.

She's never fallen in love, and doesn't really know what love is. Many boys have said that they loved her, but she knows that it was just so they could tell their friends that they had a hot girlfriend. She doesn't expect to ever have a boyfriend, but she knows that it could easily change. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn't let anyone else hurt her, and she figures that men are synonymous for hurt and heartbreak. Most of her sisters are completely boy crazy, and she has witnessed them crying because someone said they didn't want to have a relationship with them. Of course, the next week they were back on their feet again, so Shea was extremely confused. She figured that it would be easier to not even bother.

Shea had never been interested in schoolwork; that was where her brothers excelled. She had been so focused with upsetting her mother that she barely learned anything. She expresses her personality through her clothes. She usually just wears old jeans and a t-shirt. She's not smart, she's not really talented in anything. She had relied on her looks for most of her life, and doesn't really know what to do. Shea hopes that maybe Beauxbatons will help her find what she likes.

Shea is stuck in what her mother calls the "permanent rebellious stage." This is completely true. Shea knows that going to Beauxbatons means cleaning up her act, but she's still not a people person. She's usually very quiet unless spoken to, and she doesn't enjoy meeting people unless she knows that they have something in common. She's standoffish at times, and some consider her to be just flat out mean. Some say she's conceited, but she doesn't really care about herself. She's unsure about what's going on in her life, and usually takes out her anger on other people.

The only time that she's nice is when she's with someone quiet. She doesn't know why, but she can't find any reason to be angry. She doesn't like it when people wear their heart on their sleeve, or when they are completely open and welcoming. She feels that the doesn't deserve it, and that she's abusing that person. Of course she knows her situation will get better when she meets more people, but right now, she doesn't feel like interacting with anyone. She's the black sheep in the family, as all of her sisters are bubbly and fun. Because of this, she really has no one to talk to.

SAMPLE RP:

Throughout her life, Shea had never had a night with less sleep than this one. Every single noise had woken her up, whether it be the soft snoring of another student or the rustling of leaves. Now that it was morning, Shea had bags under her eyes, and she looked like a complete mess. Her hair had lost its shine and her face had red spots all over due to the stress that she had endured by arriving at Beauxbatons. It was almost as if she were allergic to people, and she sometimes acted like she was. She looked at her unmade bed, suddenly wanting to plop back onto it and go to sleep. The comfort of a blanket was extremely appealing to her, but she knew that she had to get up.

Her closet was filled with old ripped jeans and t-shirts, none of which exactly great for first impressions. For the first time in her life, she wanted to go shopping. She would save that torture for when she had a friend to go with, and that was if someone was insane enough to enjoy her company. She wished that she were like her sisters: beautiful, smart, and without a care in the world. Here she was, uncaring, cruel, and spiteful. Now she really wanted to go back to sleep. She chose the least offending pair of jeans, and a long pink t-shirt. Shea had no clue how it got there, but she wasn't going to question her luck.

Her hair was an absolute mess, so she decided to pin it into a ponytail. She found a gray headband at the bottom of her drawer, and fixed it onto her head. For once, she looked like a normal girl, rather than someone who was trying to show the world that she didn't care about anyone, much less how she dressed. She slipped into her favorite sandals, and slowly opened the door.

She didn't look anyone in the eye, as she knew that that was one way to start a conversation. Beauxbatons was about turning over a new leaf, but Shea decided that she could turn one over tomorrow. Or next week. She shuffled along with her hands in her pockets, trying to find her way through the winding hallways. She figured that today could be a good time to explore. The last thing she wanted to do was ask for directions. That would make her seem truly pathetic.

The high ceilings seemed intimidating, and she was suddenly claustrophobic. She never liked to be in small places, but this was certainly new for her. There was no way that she would be able to stand years of this, but there was no way around it. She looked down and tried to imagine herself outside. Finally she found a door, and she could see the sun shining from the small crack near the floor. Pushing the large brass handle, she covered her eyes as the sunlight blinded her.

She looked around and was pleased to find no one around in what she suspected was the garden. The flowers and trees seemed to brighten her mood a bit, which wasn't exactly common. It was almost too weird to be standing there and realizing for once that she could finally be a new person and forget everything in her past. This was the new Shea, and she was going to make the most of it.

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[vesperroux]

The Beginning
Name: Vesper Amelie Roux
Date of Birth: 4th of December, 1992
Age: Fifteen
Born: Whitstone, New Zealand
Language: English (fluent), French (broken), German (broken)

The Middle
Blood: Muggle-born
Wand: Aspen, 12", Doxy Wing
Pets: A Tabby cat named Echo
Patronus: Fire
Animangi: Grey Wolf

Appearances

Height: 5 foot 2
Weight: Unspecified
Scars: Vesper has one just under her bottom lip. It looks like an upside down Y

The Family
Her Father: Rue Roux (Muggle, Wine maker of sorts)
Mother: Anya Roux (Muggle, Painter)
Siblings: She has a little brother Ethan. He is in primary school at the moment (Muggle)

The Personality
Vesper is a very quiet and conservative person around those she does not know. She would never speak unless spoken to and never tries to bring attention to herself. Despite her seemingly coldness with strangers, with family and friends she is quite different. Lively and bubbly she is often found laughing, dancing or singing. Growing up in the vines she loves her alone time and to spend hours lying in the dirt, the sun tickling her face. Vesper has the eyes of a child and sees the world in such innocence. Driven by intrigue and curiosity even the smallest spider webs fascinate her. Those she loves are dearest to her and she would travel to the ends of the earth for them. In general there is not much to say about Vesper’s personality; she will either be an open book for you or not and her name has no relation to her personality what-so-ever.

The Good and the Bad:
Habits
Being unsocial, going to long walks, singing to herself and slipping away into her own mind

Loves
Warmth, Winter, Birds, Spiders, the Vines and Laughing

Hates
Pompous people, Arrogance, Being interrupted, Fighting with her brother and Large spaces

History
After her birth in 1992 her father and mother left New Zealand, taking their newly born daughter and travelled to France. Her father, Rue had inherited that family estate and so from the age of 6 months Vesper grew up, living and breathing the vines. The estate that they had inherited had its own wine grower and maker; Monsieur Dupont who looked after the grapes and made the wine. His wife Madame Dupont was the housekeeper and spent hours dusting and cleaning while shaking her hips to the sound of old swinging records. As Monsieur and Madam Dupont did not speak any English Vesper and her parents spent the time to learn French although none of them are yet fluent – mainly because they always speak English together.

Seven years later Ethan was born. Vesper and Ethan then grew up like twins; doing every single thing together, finishing each other’s sentences off, cat calling and what not. Life on the estate was like a dream. Summers were spent with the spying on Monsieur Dupont as he sung to the vines, playing hide and seek and splashing in the pool. Autumns were all about jumping into leaf piles, helping harvest the grapes and going for long chilly walks. Winter was frosts and sometimes the occasional snowfall, hot chocolates and steaming apple pies. Then Spring would come again and would be spent as Summer was.

Then came an owl and a letter; a letter that changed her aspect and out view. She was a witch... of all things. In the first few moments after receiving the news Vesper did not know whether to laugh in disbelief or to take it seriously. After some time and the news back old Vesper could not help but feel overjoyed. Even if it did turn out to be a joke, it was still a funny one. Counting down the days to the deadline and the exposing of the truth, Ethan and Vesper spent their time flicking sticks and saying ridiculous words, pretending they were powerful witches and wizards. However although they made fun of such ludicrous ideas such as magic and wizardry, those same ideas were coming up upon them like a storm.

(Rue’s great grandfather was a wizard)

The End
Cheeks tickled as the sun danced lightly over them. Under closed eyes flickers of red and orange light caused lids to flutter. Opening her eyes, the sight that met her made dusty pink lips smile. The sky above was a bright shaded blue. Clouds of speckled grey were gliding lazily over head and the sun blinked intensely out from the corner of her eye. Wine leaves of pastel greens and yellow waved in the gentle breeze, the daylight changing them translucent. The smell of the earthy ground underneath her made her nose tingle and twitch. The sound of heavy and fast falling footsteps broke the silence that had been hanging in the air. Groaning deep in her throat she kept her eyes tightly shut and tried to get back to the place she had been before. The footsteps came to a sudden halt by her right ear. Sighing she turned her head to the right and opened an eye. A pair of brown, deteriorating scandals, small pale toes poking out the ends, stood in front of her, almost touching the tip of her nose. Looking up she squinted as the sun’s rays hit her sensitive eyes. Still unaware to who it was that was standing over her, she shaded her eyes trying to make out a face.

“Ami?” a very familiar voice asked. Closing her eyes to the sky, she smiled. That voice belonged to her younger brother, Ethan. After a few moments of silence Ethan shuffled about next to her. The shuffling stopped and the silence began once again. Turning her head back to her right she opened her eyes to another familiar sight. The sight of a small, freckled face made her smile. Large deep brown eyes starred back at her, their expression a mixture of worry and anticipation. Grinning she swept her arm under Ethan’s neck and brought him into a head lock. Curling her fingers into a fist she rubbed it against her brother’s soft, fluffy light brown he as he wriggled and laughed trying to escape.
“Ami! Ami! Stop! Sto-” he laughed, his small legs kicking out dangerously. Laughing along with her brother, she let him go only to pull him into a big hug. Her brother calmed and squeezed her back. Moments past until finally, impatient, Ethan started to wriggle about again. Sighing in mere amusement she let him go. The dirt around her, unsettled by her brother’s sudden movement, flew up in the air in a great dusty cloud. Sitting up she watched Ethan as he sprung up onto those brown sandals and sprinted off back down the vines toward the house.

As his sister watched him, Ethan came to a halt only to wave at the dark hair girl who was still seated in the dirt amidst the vines. “AMI! Race you!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. The girl grinned impishly and leapt to her feet. Like that of a spirit she flew off to join her twin. Ethan laughed and sped off ahead without waiting; he knew very well his sœur aînée would not win – she always let him win. Kicking up clouds of dirt behind them the two young Roux’s raced through the rows of vines up to the old villa its walls a burnt orange in the afternoon sun.

Although he was laughing and smiling feelings of sorrow simmered within Ethan’s belly. He did not want his sister to go to this school ... not if he could not go with her. Unable to face his sister with such words and emotions he pushed them aside and continued to smile through it all. He would not be selfish and ruin his sister’s happiness merely because he was upset. He would continue to smile until she left. After all she needed him now more than ever. This was an argument he had fought out with himself ever since his Ami had received the ugly letter. In the end he always came to the same resolution, a resolution that pained him awfully.

“Please don’t leave Ami,” he muttered as she raced past him up the stairs. As she turned around her caught her eye and knew he could not say it to her. Forcing a smile to his lips he grinned at her. She smiled back, “Don’t tell me you’re letting me win, mon cheri?” she laughed, before grabbing hold of his hand. Together they skipped into the shade of the house.

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[beauregard]

Name: Beauregard Prideaux
Nicknames: Beau, Gar
Age: 16
Birthday: December 12, 1990
Blood Type: Pureblood, and he’s a seer

Wand: 13" willow, Chimera Scale core
Broom: Firebolt
Pet: Cleo, a Turkish Angora (cat)
Patronus: tiger
Animagus: white tiger with brown stripes on and around his head.

Appearance:



Eye Color: green
Hair Color: brown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 173

Personality:
Beauregard, or Beau, is very similar to a fox or cat. He’s cunning, smart, quick-witted and sneaky. He enjoys being around people, but at the same time likes being alone. He’s not a stuck up racist kind of person, he’s just mean. He uses his seeing ability to either tease people, or help them, depending on his mood. Though he can’t quite control the ability, he tends to walk by someone and graze their skin just to get a look at something that’s about to happen and tease the person with his knowledge of it, or help them, depending on his mood.
He’s expressive and thoughtful, and always brutally honest. He has a bit of a trusting issue, meaning he doesn’t trust most people, and those he does trust, have had to work for it, just like a cat. He’s independent and a bit aloof, he doesn’t really care about other people, and those he does he would do almost anything for. And yet he’s a friendly person, unless he doesn’t like you.

History:
He’s a seer by birth, though he doesn’t quite know which side of the family he got the ability from. He never learned to control his seeing though, and it usually comes in dreams, visions, or sometimes when he touches another person.
The first five years of Beauregard's life was a tragedy waiting to happen. His father was a violent wizard with a dark past, his mother was having an affair with a muggle-born, his grandparents were constantly showing up and wreaking havoc for no reason (they died the year before he was born; poltergeists), he had a brother that was twenty years older than him and probably the most foolish wizard of the decade.
The month before his fifth birthday his brother was killed in a 'tragic accident' involving giants, dragons, and gambling. Beauregard, being so young, accepted that it was an accident, but because he never really knew his brother, he didn’t really care. His mother went to her boyfriend for consolation, resulting in his father's angry rage.
Beauregard hid in the basement as his mother and father dueled. He was only five at the time, and as his grandparents whispered cruel things into his ears, he cried the last tears he would ever allow himself to shed. By the end of the night, Beauregard was sleeping on the basement floor, his poltergeist grandparents had grown bored and left hours ago, and his parents had made up.
But life was different after that. He never let anyone get close to him, not even his parents. Whenever his grandparents would show up at the house, he would leave, no matter what age he was. His mother’s boyfriend was found dead in an alleyway, beaten up by a group of muggles. It wasn’t long until she had a new boyfriend though, and that made Beauregard associate the lack of caring to all women. His father was never around anymore, and when Beauregard asked, his mother only laughed.
Beauregard was sent to Hogwarts to study, he was in Ravenclaw. On his thirteenth birthday, his father took him out of the school for good, saying it wasn’t good enough for a pureblood. He was shocked, clearly, he hadn’t seen his father since he was eight, and then here the man was, taking him away. He asked questions, like ‘why?’ ‘what did I do wrong?’ and ‘where have you been?’ but his father wouldn’t talk to him.
For three years he lived with his father, not going to school and feeling depraved and left behind because all of his friends had moved on and were now one year from graduating. He kept himself busy since he was fourteen with going to muggle parties, sneaking out of the house on his broom because the muggle town was far, far away. His father hated muggles, so whenever he caught Beauregard sneaking back into the house, he would attack him, hold him down and pouring a veritaserum down his throat before asking him where he had been and what he had done. Several times this happened, and each time Beauregard wanted to write a letter to the ministry. But he still loved his father too much to betray him.
Early this year, Beauregard’s mother apparated in his room while his father was physically fighting him to pour the potion down his throat. She put the petrificus totalus curse on her ex-husband, took Beauregard by the arm and Side-along apparated to her house. She reported her ex-husband to the Ministry of Magic and he was taken into custody. Beauregard doesn’t know what happened to his father after that.
Since it was early in the year, but late in the school year, he asked his mother to wait until the beginning of the next school year to let him start school.

Example RPG:

The forest was alive with the sound of creatures, ranging from the tiniest bugs to the largest of beasties. This was a wood that wasn’t made for humans, one that if a human did enter it, that human wouldn’t be seen again. As the wind howled through the trees, Beauregard smiled to himself. He stood under the trees, waiting for something.
He didn’t know exactly what, but he was still waiting. Cleo, his cat, was laying across his shoulders like a scarf, her orange tail curled around his neck. He absently scratched her behind her white tipped ear. She dug her claws into his skin.
The sound of hooves pounding the leaf covered ground made him look. Two unicorns were galloping towards him, a male and a female. A cloud of gray smoke puffed into the air and then there were two people in the clearing. The unicorns stopped, their nostrils flaring. One of the two people, a witch, that just appeared was on the ground, bleeding from her neck. The other one stared at the witch, with a sick smile on her face.
Beauregard watched as if from a different world as the witch saw him. Her smile fell and her face contorted into one of shame, fear and sadness, as if she had just realized what had happened. She cried, looking at him with a plea in her eyes. She screamed out his name when he turned away from her, but as he walked away with his back to the witch, he could still see her. She stood, and started running towards him, her fangs growing out slowly, the snakelike venom dripping from them.
Everything seemed to slow as he turned, he heard her coming, heard the hiss that came from her throat. As she leapt towards him, her fingers curled like claws, Cleo jumped at the vampire, and Beauregard drew his wand.
“Beau, wake up, you’re going to be late for school.”

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[hannahfloss]

First Name:hannah
Last Name: may
Age:13
Appearance: brown hair and brown eye
History: Hannah was born into a muggle family but after her dad died her mum told her the truth she was a witch and mixed too her sister was too but she did not want to go to Beauxbatons so Hannah packed her bags and went to the car her mum called a taxi then she was on her way she has no relatives now that are pure blood magic blood
Personality: Hannah is complicated. She is a mess of contradictions. She is incredibly sickingly sweet and generous to most people, but if you get on her bad side...she has the temper of a demon. She is very intelligent, but messy and disorganized. Her head is always up in the clouds, and yet she has to have all the answers. She is an artist (singer, composer, songwriter, acting), but she can't draw a straight line. She is outgoing and extroverted, but she spends a surprising amount of time alone. She is nocturnal, but she sleeps all the time. She is foolishly fearless when it comes to most everything, but she cries like a baby at the mere mention of a snake. Snakes are her phobia. She isn't picky about food, but she can smell and hear things that others don't notice. She hates high pitched noises and bad smells.
Sample RP What? Was the only word going through her head, they were moving to Paris “But why?" was all she could blurt out. She had good friends at her school and she didn't want to leave. Her father said she could stay but why would she want to without her parents here.

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

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

I'm moving to Paris. I'm sorry but I wouldn't see you anytime soon.
Goodbye I will miss you all xxooxoxoxoxox

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[thinking]

FIRST NAME:

rei

MIDDLE NAME:

adelaide

LAST NAME:

stroski

AGE:

sixteen

APPEARANCE:

Rei Stronski drips sensuality. The alluring kind of sensuality that makes a person wonder what was so bad about her. A beauty carved among the other Stronski beauties; a porcelain sculpture that should rest among the Gods, or so they say.

Rei's alluring beauty starts with her frame. Standing at 5'7" and weighing in at 135 pounds has given Rei the stature of a snake. Her long, slender body gently curves over her hips and her bust, creating her girlish figure. Though, Rei isn't exactly happy about her bust section. In all of the things she was blessed with, large boobs weren't exactly one of them. The sixteen year old is rather reluctant to say that she still wears a 32A in a bra size. It irks her to know that everything else about her is absolutely amazing (in her mind), while her bust is about the size of a thirteen year-old's.

Getting past her small boobs, Rei has quite a lot to be proud of when it comes to her appearance. Starting with her hair. A gorgeous river of chocolate brown cascading down her back, curling slightly at the ends. The vivid train of brown is paired with a beautiful natural luster. Rei is proud to say that she's never used any of those hair products on it to make it as soft and shiny as it is. She was simply blessed with perfect hair.

Her face. What a beautiful face it is! Her bone structure has given her high cheekbones, a defined jaw, and nicely shaped almond eyes. Her eyes; two orbs of icy blue set into her perfect little almond shapes. Sounds amazing, right? Wrong. Rei's eyes may be beautiful, but are robbed of the luster her hair has acquired. Her eyes are two icy orbs that show almost no emotion. No pain, no sorrow, no excitement, no joy, no anger, no sadness. Her eyes only show the shadow of what a happy young girl she could have been, if it wasn't for her lust for power. Like her eyes, the rest of Rei's face is also lacking luster. Her pale skin, though looking nice set next to her eyes and her hair, has never seen the blush most girls her age receive. Her pale lips have never seen the rosy red lipstick. The face of the dead set on the living's body; such a contrast to her shiny hair. The two simply don't match.

When all is said and done, one must ask is Rei Stronski a beautiful vixen, or the shadow of a girl trying to escape herself?

HISTORY:

On April 9th, Julia and Gerard Stronski were graced with a beautiful baby girl. The minute her father saw her, he knew what he was going to name her. And so, the baby girl was christened Rei Adelaide, after his dead grandmother. Gerard grew up having an incredibly strong connection to his grandmother. What he didn't know, was that he and Rei would grow to be closer.

Rei was brought up just as any other normal muggle child should be; spending the time getting to know the world and her parents. The first thing her father ever shared with her was his love for music. Rock music, specifically. When she was little, her father would play his favorite CDs for the girl. One of which would be Pink Floyd. Rei grew up listening to Pink Floyd, and the love would carry on into her teen years. Her father also introduced her to comic books. Rei automatically fell in love with them, and no body really knew why.

As she got older, she noticed that other kids were drifting away from their fathers. She always thought them odd, for she was getting closer to her father. She watched some of her friends have family problems and what not, and she always thought them strange, for her family life was perfect. Everything was so different to her. Other girls were putting on makeup, and she was singing and drawing superheros. When other girls wanted to be a model, she wanted to be a vampire, or a rocker. Her father encouraged this, happy to see that his daughter was going to be like him, and not like the slxtty girls she grew up with. Even when she was three years old, Rei knew that she didn't want to be close to mommy and run around with little pink outfits and go on play dates with other children to impress the neighbors. At three she knew what she wanted to be.

In her fourth year of age, her family packed it up and moved to Paris. Her mother had simply said that she wanted a change of scenery. The dark New Jersey streets weren't exactly the safest place for Rei to grow up. It would be the best move the family would ever make.

When she was fifteen, Rei had her first experience with magic. She remembered sitting outside, wanting a cookie that her mother had just baked. See, her mother had told her to wait until after dinner, but, Rei didn't listen. A few minutes later, Rei found the cookie zooming across the yard and into her hand. The frightened girl screamed and ran inside, not wanting to believe what had just happened.

With that said, Rei received her Beauxbatons letter when she was she turned sixteen. It came as a surprise for the family. First of all, Rei was a witch. That was a story on it's own. Secondly, there was a whole magic community out there. That was the thing that came as the biggest shock to the family. Nevertheless, Rei packed her bags and shipped herself off to Hogwarts. She was shaky at first. Having to be away from her father for that long was going to be rough. But, she'd get through it.

Unfortunately, Rei's life at Beauxbatons so far this year hasn't been all fun and games. At the start of this year she was taking a trip through the shops, for kicks during. Keeping her eyes on the ground, as she usually walks, she was pulled into an alley and blindfolded. The next thing she remembered was waking up with a pounding headache on the ground. She thought nothing of it for the next few days, until everything started to change. It wasn't until a week or so afterwards did she realize what had happened; she had been bitten by a thirsty vampire. Her parents, obviously worried about her, shipped her to the hosptial. They told her that she should be able to function in Beauxbatons, so long as she controlled herself.

Rei returned to Beauxbatons. She lived her life the way she did before; keeping to herself and spending time alone. Of course, she's a few tones paler, her features are much more sharp and menacing than they were before, but other than that she was normal. If you can overlook the new curse she carried, that is. Though, she was able to set the real from the fake with the whole vampire things. For starters, vampire have reflections, are not repelled by garlic and don't mind the sign of the cross, either. She also found out that she could very easily go out in the daytime, if people could ignore her extremely pale skin that looked to sparkle if it caught the light correctly... Rei also gets a potion from the potions professor every month, to stop her from craving blood.

PERSONALITY:

Rei is the kind of person who doesn't take anybody's crap. If she wants to do something, she's going to do it. No matter how long it may take her. People have told her that she's her father in female form. They're right. Rei is exactly like her father, in every way, shape, or form possible. The two look alike, think alike, talk alike. It's crazy. The two, however, embrace it. It has formed an unbreakable bond between them. They're always together. They just have a tremendous amount of fun when they're together. It's like having your best friend and your caregiver all wrapped into one. Rei absolutely loves her father, and would do anything for him.

Even though she's just like her father, Rei still thinks for herself. She's independent; she likes to do and figure things out for herself. She makes her own decisions about her life. Some good, some bad. She understands that she needs to learn from her own mistakes, and not from her fathers. This is made her a very determined person. When she puts her mind to something, she won't stop until she'd achieved that. Though, some would think that her determination has made her stubborn. Wrong. Rei is extremely open-minded. She's isn't one who's quick to judge, and she loves that about herself.

Rei's also very opinionated. She stands up for what she believes in. If you're doing something wrong, she's going to tell you. There' no doubt about that one. She often uses her music as an outlet to express her disdain for some of the things she doesn't like. Her guitar and her pen giver her the kind of support she needs to speak her mind. She quite enjoys her music, as well. It's quite good. And it should be, considering she's been working on it since she was ten. Though, Rei's never showed her music to anybody. Many have asked to look at it, but, she's refused. Music is her passion. The music she creates was meant for her, anyone else simply wouldn't understand it.

Despite her large mouth, Rei keeps to herself. She's extremely introverted and socially-awkward. Paranoid, suspicious, etc. She constantly looks over her shoulder, sure that someone's following her. The teen keeps her distance from the other students, earning her a rather small social circle. She was never out going and loud and never will be. However, if she DOES talk to you, don't expect her to be warm and fuzzy. In short, Rei's mean. She's icy, cold, vindictive, sadistic and generally horrible to be around. Good luck to those who try. A few people have been able to get Rei to warm up to them, but many haven't been so lucky. She'll chew you up and spit you out.

SAMPLE RP:

She was bored....Pretty much bored senseless so that she was left finding amusement in things that she remembered other people doing. Perhaps a someone falling out of their seat in the Great Hall...an eager person slipping on a step, (without seriously injuring themselves, of course), or a random funny comment she remembered making or someone else making....It was kind of sad to find amusement in times past, wasn't it? Which meant that she was searching for something to do other than worry over homework. Homework was so tiring and hardly any fun. Yes, she would like to maintain a decent grade in every class, but the stupid Potions essays were starting to get to her....

So on more occasion than one, she had found herself staring out over the lawns towards the lake where the water looked slightly inviting. It was only a little chilly outside; maybe she could dip her toes it. She wasn't yet so bold as to take a swim, besides, the squid could pay her toes a little visit and she would probably jump right out of her skin. How fun, eh?

No matter. She would take a walk to the lake and spend a little time on the bank simply enjoying the outdoors. Maybe she may be left in peace or perhaps to find and make a new friend. Friends weren't always a bad thing so long as they didn't chat at you incessantly....Those sort of people drove her up the wall. You know the kind; the ones who ask you hundreds of questions and never, and I mean never, wait for an answer? Yeah....They drove her nuts, too. Perhaps Lady Luck would be on her side and make sure she didn't encounter anyone of the sort.

Rei made her way to the lake in muggle clothing, as her classes were over and she felt no real need to be in that wretched skirt. Jeans and a t-shirt made her comfortable, and so she'd thrown that on the second she'd made it to her common room. They were more practical for scampering about the castle and the lawns, anyways.

Sitting down on the edge of the lake, she sat Indian-style rather than dip her legs in. Her hair was pulled back, good thing too as the wind was getting a little stronger now, and she absentmindedly fiddled with it with one or two fingers. She rested her forearms against her legs after awhile, looking at her reflection until she felt the first of a few raindrops. Ah well.

"I'll live," she said aloud quietly, leaning back on the palms of her hands.

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[davidbertrand]

F I R S T - N A M E :
David

L A S T - N A M E :
Bertrand

A G E :
Seventeen

A P P E A R A N C E :


H I S T O R Y :
To David, actually having a long line of pure blooded ancestors is an honor. He doesn't boast about it, but he's secretly very, very proud of it. He does his best not to show it, but he does often throw out a reminder. It's not like he's a bloodist-ist however. He's just proud, and not prejudiced. They aren't the same thing, and shouldn't be confused. He was born to his mother when she was 16. She was 15 when she found herself knocked up, but wasn't until she was sixteen that she gave birth. Obviously, like many would have, she had given David to her own parents so she could continue with school. David lives with his grandparents. He tries to be nice with them. They did raise him, and even today, they do their best to take care of him.. What with their age and all.

When his mom comes around, David acts like the little monster he is. He may not do everything his grandparents ask him to, but he does nothing to hurt their feelings. To his mom, just like any child who feels abandoned, he becomes a rebel. If his mom warned him never to take a cigarette, he would have taken one just to not do what she says. He never has though (never will), and she has never said much to him. Often, David thinks that his mother thinks of him as a nuisance. A thing that should have never happened. A mistake. David knows he was a mistake, but she's his mom. It shouldn't feel this way.

When she does come around though, every few years or so, David bothers her with his questions about his father. Who is he? What's his name? Why isn't he here? The woman was always evasive with this, but David has gotten a few answers out of her, with confirmation from his grandparents. Alice, his mom, had been with Bruno (his father) since she was 14. They have been together for a year and a half before he took off. It seems he has switched schools or something. David doesn't know. He has left before he had discovered he was going to be a father. David often wonders if he knows he has a son going to his old school. Maybe he has another family somewhere..

David sort of clings to his father. Sometimes think he maybe the only sane one left in his family. Wonders how he was. All his grandmother told him was that he was handsome, and David looks very much like him. Bruno was blond though, and had a perfect nose. This made David laugh. It was insulting in a way, but he didn't care. So he looked like his father. If he ever took the traditional travel around the world journey, he would recognize him. Maybe. He'll see when the time comes.

P E R S O N A L I T Y :
David Bruno Bertrand is a rather proud fool. He's proud of his appearance, his bloodline. He's proud of many things, even things such as his logic, quick mind, and sharp tongue. David has never really picked up a book before. Sure, as a child when his grandmother shoved it in his hands, but he was never interested in anything he had to read that was more than 5 pages. Unless it was a magazine.. or a comic. David wasn't interested in anything like a novel, or a short story, even. He just had no interest in anything that would benefit him in a way he wanted.

Aside from being proud, David can be a bit ignorant. If someone was crying some ten feet away from him, he wouldn't notice. It's not that he doesn't care. As for this emotionally hurt person across this room, Davids narrow mindedness wouldn't see it, or hear it. Many are thrown off with this. He won't notice until someone scorns him for not caring. He'll be bewildered, then amused, then ashamed. He will not confront the person, as someone will already have, or he has no acquaintance with the person. If it was his friend, he would avoid them. He doesn't know how to deal with other people's emotions. He could, perhaps, try to make them laugh, but that has failed many times. He might insult them, or they might find him fairly pathetic. Then he would get uncomfortable, and stock off in anger and embarrassment.

David is also good and pointing fingers, turning the blame around to the other person. David never has, and probably never will accept full blame. Take full responsibility. He's still a child in that sense. David has never really been in a lot of trouble like he should have. He has gained enemies this way. David can be very persuasive, and he uses that to his advantage all the time. He's no leader, but he's a good liar. His grandmother often tells him he has the qualities of a leader, and urges him to study more, to read more books, and he would be a great leader one day, but David has no desire to be a leader. No desire to read a book. No desire to be smarter. There was no need. Not in his eyes, anyway. Maybe he just didn't want to put in the effort.

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[ashleyaddict]

First Name: Vanessa
Last Name:Lotharo
Age:15
Appearance:
History:Vanessa was raised by a small family,no magic had ran through the family at all it was a shock when she had seen a mermaid she thought it was a dream because she was only 8 when she saw it. She always loved magic but her older sister Lilly-Anne hated the thought of it. The thought that magic could be out there was an imossible feeling really but was always disappointed with everything Vanessa did. Her and Vanessa would never get along. She was into make-up,jewellery,clothes and of course boys! Where as Vanessa had always been into sports and keeping to herself as quiet as she was she was a great person to be with bt nobody would give Vanessa a chance.

Moving when she was 10 she had too learn a whole new language to settle into the new country Thailand but she eventually got used to it and became a regular neighbour. Vanessa thought she saw a fairy soon after she got settled in. THEN there was fuss and tantrums and bad behaviour Lilly-Anne had enough she went over the top she screamed she kicked she fought,she did everything in the book and that is where she had to go away from the family. She lost to Vanessa. Vanessa´s Family came rich and got lots of money and Lilly-Anne was in and still is in a military school.

Lots of years came pass her thinking she saw magical creatures-Fairies,Mermaids,Veels,Werewolves and so much more and that is a couple of days before her birthday she got the letter. The letter from Beauxbatons saying she could come and study there they were loads of fuss in the family about magic then.
Personality:Vanessa is nice smart and funny. She is one of the happiest people you will ever meet. She is quiet and she knows it but has two different sides but when she is out and about she´s coco-loco she´s mad funny and more open to a conversation. She would never betray the friendship of a friend or anyone´s trust never.

She has a very cautious part of her too. Never letting boys come to close to her but she tries to act as normal as she can.very talented and mysterious girl. She is great fun,a real party animal. She is devoted to her school work and takes it serious,is very clever and smart,she is always a 'Geek' at school as she knows everything but she doesn't care. She loves learning new things. She's really bubbly but sensitive. She is very negative towards herself.She is hardly ever angry. When she is angry everything is effective

Sample RP:
As the beautiful girl walked into the palace of Beauxbatons she had come to many times before well about 3 this was her first in Care for Magical Creatures. She walked in happy and cheery as usual but something had actually made her frown. Her shoe had come off and she saw that she had bruises on them,blisters and had a bad nail. "Oh... embarrassing and painful," She said to herself she had quickly rushed to her dorm to get some foot cream and then guess what happened the cream split and went EVERYWHERE and it was really annoying that everything was going wrong for Vanessa. Typical day for Vanessa really.

She rubbed it in and got allback ready and gorgouse she had put on her robes and smiled again trying to start from the start of the day.She went out and rushed to the palace again and look at the care for magical creatures professor and tried to smile. Pushed her little butt to her seat and listened slightly embarrased.Her face was a bit embarrassed and at the end of class went to the courtyard and read her book.

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[emokitten]

First Name: Selene
Middle Name: Silvia
Last Name: Lucre
Age: 17
Date of Birth: April 21st
Born: Hilo, Hawaii
Language English (fluent), French

Blood: Vampiric-blood
Wand 11", birch, thestral hair
Pets: a black kitten named Ghost
Patronus: Rattlesnake
Animangi: not known yet

Appearance:
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Selene stands at an average height of 5'6" and weighs in at 112 lbs. Her body is fairly thin and shaped slightly feminine, but not as much as more feminine shaped females. She has long black hair that hangs down to the middle of her back. Her hair is almost always worn down with some strands of hair hanging over her shoulders, as well as her bangs hanging over her face. Her eyes are a bright emerald green in color, and they are often formed in a cold expression. Her lips are pale pink. She has long legs that help her to be a fast runner, and her arms are also long and slender. A few muscles can be seen through the skin of her arms and legs from running and working out daily.

Selene's clothing style is very basic. She normally prefers to just wear a simple t-shirt and jeans. These are the clothes she finds to be the most comfortable. Sometimes she may be seen wearing emo styled clothing. In the summer months she tends to wear tank tops and jeans. There's a long scar on her left leg running down from her knee to her ankle, so Selene hates to wear shorts. During the winter she enjoys wearing sweaters, hoodies and jeans. It is also common for her to wear a scarf around her neck in the winter months. Since Selene tries to work out everyday, she also can be seen wearing dark colored track suits from time to time.

Personality:

Selene doesn't really like many people. She usually prefers to be alone by herself rather than around large groups of others. She is very cold toward anyone who disturbs her. It only takes a short amount of time for her to lose her temper, and it faster if someone brings up sensitive subjects. Selene has a tendency to make sarcastic remarks, as well as come up with creative insults for anyone who greatly annoys her.

When it comes to classes she works hard to succeed in all of them. She hates failing, and is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she succeeds in anyway possible. The girl is quite intelligent because she always works so hard to succeed in classes. If she has nothing else to do it is very common to see her studying.

Selene is very cunning, and uses this to her advantage whenever she can. She knows how to get herself out of trouble by creating some kind of excuse, or even using her surroundings around her to get out of trouble. If needed, she can even be manipulative toward other people. Although she normally prefers to keep others out of her business. She can be very dark if someone angers her even slightly, as well as she often thinks dark thoughts.

If Selene will never hesitate to say what's on her mind. She is a very direct person, and sometimes this can cause her to say harsh things. When she states how she feels about something or someone it can make her sound rude, but she thinks its better for her to speak up of such things. Being so brutally direct also helps her to be confrontational. If someone has a problem with her, then they better approach her to speak about their problems or she won't hesitate to confront them herself.

Likes:

• Night
  
• Darkness
  
• Solitude
  
• Reading
  
• the dark arts
  
• snakes
  
• wolves
  
• cats
  
• loyality
  

Dislikes

• Annoying people
  
• anyone who disturbs her when she wants to be alone
  
• Smoking
  
• failing
  
• Showoffs
  
• Being betrayed
  
• Being surrounded by lots of people
  
• feeling weak
  
• Idiots or anyone who seems to be incapable of having an intellectual converstation
  

Goals

• To train so she can one day become an animagus.
  
• Find friends who are loyal and will never betray her
  
• Succeed in most of the goals she may set for herself in the future.
  

History:

Selene was born in Hilo, Hawaii and was raised there by her parents Derek and Katrina Lucre. She also lived with her older brother, Samuel. As a child her parents taught her to respect anyone who was older than she was. This was never a problem for the girl because she knew if she was disrespectful it would attract bad attention to her family. Coming from a rich family made attracting attention easier than others.

As she got older she eventually began making a few friends. Selene was a cheerful child, and always enjoyed being around others who she had befriended. She eventually came to trust someone enough where she was willing to tell them her problems. However, this ended up being a mistake. The girl whom Selene had trusted ended up telling a small group of others about her problem. It didn't take long until her secret was spread among the children in the neighborhood. The girl felt betrayed that her friend had spread her secret. She decided that she'd be better off keeping her problems to herself.

When she was thirteen, her parents had told her they would be moving to Paris, France. Her father had received an excellent job opportunity and couldn't pass it up. Her mother agreed to move feeling that the new surroundings could give her more motivation. Katrina was a novelist and wrote books that were sold in both the wizarding and muggle world. Selene didn't want to move because she enjoyed living in Hawaii during the past years. She was relieved to that her brother also agreed with her.

No matter how much she protested, her family ended up moving out to France. She hated the thought of moving to another country. There wasn't a day when the girl didn't complain about her new surroundings. Because of the lesson she had learned back when she was ten, Selene kept mostly to herself. Her attitude began to turn darker as she grew to dislike other people more and more. The only people who she would befriend was anyone who could prove their loyalty. She didn't want to be betrayed again, so she would make anyone who wanted to be her friend prove that they were loyal.



Sample RP:

Selene sat in class with a bored look on her face. It was close to being over, but the time seemed to drag on forever. She turned her green eyes to look down at a piece of parchment she had been taking notes on. It was almost filled with notes. She gave a soft annoyed sigh, and tapped her quill lightly against the table. No one seemed to notice, especially the professor who was too busy lecturing the class. Lectures was the part of class Sel hated the most. It was hard enough to pay attention, and she couldn't help but wonder why professor's never tried to add some fun to them.

Five minutes passed, and the professor finally dismissed class. The dark haired girl stood up, gathering all her items in her bag, and headed toward the exit. She couldn't help but letting out a soft sigh of relief that class had finally finished. As she entered the hall, she was suddenly stopped when a boy running through the halls crashed into her. Selene lost her balance and fell to the ground soon after the boy did. Her bright green eyes glared toward the boy with a venomous glare, after she picked up everything that had spilled out of her bag. Luckily, not much seemed to have fallen out of the bag.

"Hey, what kind of an idiot are you?" She said still glaring at the boy in a dark voice. The boy just looked at the ground and gathered his things. "I'm sorry. I was in a hurry to get to class." the boy replied trying not to look into the girl's eyes.

Selene laughed softly to herself. "In a hurry knucklehead." she muttered softly leaning close to the boy's ear. "You should be paying better attention around here. You wouldn't want to crash into the wrong person." After hearing her whispered words, the boy quickly finished gathering his things and took off running. Smiling a sly smile, Selene turned in the opposite direction the boy left in and made her way to her next class. She hadn't meant to scare the kid, but if that was what it took to teach him to be careful then so be it.

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[ivy]

first name } Ivory Delmi.
last name } Vein.
age } Sixteen.

appearence } Long, curly, brown hair runs in her family, in both men and women alike. Her mother, when she was a little girl, made sure that her hair was hardly touched in the ways of scissors or any other forms of cutting. A trim every now and then made her and her mother happy, and she’s never had a real hair cut. Not that she’s complaining, but every now and then her hair does get bothersome and she snaps it into a ponytail holder and is on her merry way. Well, most of the time it’s merry. When she’s on her broom it still flaps about in her face, though not nearly as bad as it would if it were a tangled mess released from its holder.

Ivory also has a petite figure and used to get a bit of heckling from her childhood friends because of it. When everyone was sprouting up, she remained at a solid 4’6’’, and since then has only managed to, (just barely), hit five foot. Her figure has been pretty slender all of her life and remains so today despite her junk food intake; she blesses genetics for a high metabolism almost every day and weighs a pretty healthy 114 pounds. And although her figure isn’t anything to hide, she’s often in muggle clothes, namely sweats, preferring anything, anything at all, compared to the Hogwarts uniform that includes a skirt. She loathes skirts and only wears them when forced, and since she has yet to find dress pants she can wear, she’s stuck with them. Her robes are often tied loosely at the front to hide that very factor.

Her skin color is of a fair complexion, as she isn’t often outdoors over the summer, preferring to find quieter tasks in her house while she’s with her family for a few months. Her eyes are a dark brown and she has long lashes. Her lips are slightly pink, and despite some of her family members’ urges, she flat out refuses to wear make up. Three hours and you need to reapply everything, so why waste your time? She’d much rather scatter about doing whatever without having to worry about whether her ‘mascara is running’ or anything of that sort. It’s too cumbersome.

history } Ivory was born a child of love. Her mother was not married, her father had better things to do with her life, and her brother, half–brother if you care to be specific, didn’t want much to do with her when she got older. Babies are interesting people, little girls with their Barbie dolls or makeshift dolls are not. Older boys don’t like to play with their little sisters and their dolls, it’s just not done.

So she spent her first eight years without any sort of father figure in her life. All she had was her mother, her brother, and the house they grew up in Germany. Her family wasn’t necessarily German, were you to ask Ivory she would simply reply with an honest “I have no idea” or try to change the subject, but her mother had family there that were always willing to take care of the kids. They began to spend more and more time at their grandparents’ house until, without any explanation from their mother, they moved themselves back to France.

Now up until this point, the children had been taught their school lessons by their aunt. After the move, both shared the wonder at what would happen to their education, or lack thereof. As children, they were both excited at the thought that they would no longer have homework to fret about, or worrying about their grades was a cheerful thought. It held them over until their mother’s sudden death, landing them in France, alone, two orphans.

The rest of her life, Ivory wouldn’t care to tell anyone because it would be the ‘typical fairytale ending’. She and her brother had been sent to the local orphanage, and imagine their surprise when their grandfather walked in. The rest can be summed up in a simple sentence; their somewhat wealthy grandfather whisked them away to Germany to live with him for the remainder of their lives. Sound like a fairytale story now?

Since then, at age sixteen, Ivory received her Beauxbatoms acceptance letter. The only reason Ivory was able to attend Hogwarts was because she’d read about it briefly in a book in her aunt’s library and although it had been a mere three sentences, she’d fallen in love with the place. Being the very persuasive child that she was at the time, she convinced her family to allow her to attend the school in France, rather than the all–girl school in Germany. This had taken some time but finally, she won them over.

personality } Ivory 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 family 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 Ivory 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 through her years. There have been some a lot better than her, and there have been a few a little worse off than her, but all that aside, Ivory likes it and every year in Hogwarts has shown up for try–outs on the team.

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. Ivory can make friends easily, but she can also make enemies just as easily and has been a victim of one or two extremely well–thought out pranks. You can’t win them all.

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 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.

rp exmple } Ivory stepped into the Great Hall with the other first years, just as timid as they were and shaking like a leaf. Her half–brother had said that they tortured you until the identity of your House was made known to them. Then he’d said that they made your perform a magic trick and ‘Housed’ you based on what you did to succeed. This had gotten a rise out of her, as she had gone on and on about how she couldn’t yet control anything she did and how could they possibly expect her to do something successfully?

And finally, when she arrived at Beauxbatons in carriages, she’d learned that they simply place a ratty old on you and it shouts out for the whole Hall to hear where you belong. She’d almost collapsed with relief and thanked the fellow first year that had told her the truth. Boy, when she got back home and had some more magical skill, she was going to get her brother good for his lies. He was always playing little tricks on her, and it drove her insane.

Stupid brothers… she thought to herself, shaking her head and focusing in on the teacher that stood before them all on a platform, a stool sitting beside her with a ratty old cloak. She figured that that hat must be the one that they are to try on, and she briefly wondered if it mattered if it fit. The thought was almost immediately dismissed and she patiently awaited for her name to be called.

Quickly, however, she noted that it was in alphabetical order. Her name would be call just about second to last. A string of impatience wove its way inside her and stayed there until, (at last!), they called her name.

Walking to the platform, eyes trained on the ground at her feet, Ivory took her place on the stool and didn’t even meet the professor’s gaze as they placed the cloak on her.

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[samaltec]

First name: Sam
Last Name: Altec
Age: 17

Appearance:
6 foot 3 inches
185 pounds
Black randomly spiked up hair
Tan skin
Muscular build
Black jeans with black boots
White t-shirt with black/red leather jacket
Chiselled face
Green eyes
Family crest ring on left middle finger

History:
Sam was bourn on November 15 1990 to a German/ English family his father James
Was head of the German Quidditch team and lead them to three world cups his mother Jane was under secretary to the head of magic in Germany for many years

Sam was taught to play Quidditch at a young age and had a natural talent for it like his dad other than Quidditch Sam took an interest in transfiguration and animals. Sam was home schooled up to going to Beauxbaton by his mother.

Sam now is intent in going to Beauxbaton like his forefathers have to study transfiguration and history of magic as well as charms, herboligy and astronomy.

Personality:
Sam is bright funny and thoughtful of others he will defend his friends and family he will try his best to help everyone he can but when someone gets on his bad side which is hard to do they wish they never did he can be forgiving but he will never forget.

Sam can be very competitive especially when it comes to quidditch he will pull out all the stops and will keeping going till either he loses or wins. In terms of work Sam try’s his best in everything that life thoughts at him he will do his work to the best of his abilities and when he is done he will try and help his pears

Sample Rp:
Sam had just finished his work and was walking back to the common room to get ride of all the books he had Sam was running late for dinner and as he was walking up the stairs he meet up with his friends he smiled to them and went on his way. Sam gave ran the rest of the way threw his books on his bed and made a mad dash to the hall to try and get a good seat before all the food was gone. He got in just as the headmistress was about to start speaking he quietly made his way to the only seat left he sat down wiping the sweat from his forehead he then lessen in on what she had to say.

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[loganluca]

First Name: Logan Elie
Last Name: Luca
Age: 17
Appearance:

History:

Childhood- If Logan’s childhood were to be summed up in one word, it would be privileged. Logan is a pure blood; both of his parents were pure bloods. His family, who came from Northern Italy, had a sense of pride about the bloodline, placing a lot of pressure on all the children to marry a pure-blood to carry on the ‘untainted’ bloodline. Logan has four sisters, Lydia, Lorraine, Lucy, and Lela. He is the youngest in his family. When he was a child, he was very close to his sisters who all were very close in age. No child was more than two years apart from the other. Although most of the activities that took place when he was younger were mostly girly, he reveled in the closeness his siblings brought.

Adolescence- When Logan’s sisters were off to Beauxbatons, he took the time to spend with his pompous father. His father took this time to explain family history, and the importance of being the only man in the family to carry on the Luca name. The Dark Lord was at power and his father and mother tried to instill good values on their only son. When Logan’s father was on business over in England, he crossed paths with Voldemort, and was killed in a not-so-epoch battle for life. Because he had spent two years with his father, they had become very close, and Logan’s father’s death nearly broke him. His mother tried to move past the vicious death, but sought revenge after Lord Voldemort and lost in a disastrous attempt at redemption. With both of his parents killed at the age of twelve, Logan closed himself off, isolated himself from everyone, including his sisters. Per his father’s will he was to inherit most of the family’s fortune, with equal portions going to his sisters as well. Money didn’t buy his happiness. His isolation made him cynical; closing himself off to everyone he came in contact with. He had an internal battle with himself if he was going to attend Beauxbatons, but eventually figured it might be good for him, saying goodbye to his friends in Italy, and moving to the serene grounds of France.

Personality:

Bad Boy- He can be cold, cynical and sarcastic; he is unusually witty and charming. He doesn’t know what he wants out of life and doesn’t try to figure it out. He really just goes with the flow, avoids all planning of any sort and has, and many times in the past, had multiple dates on the same night.

Charmer- Simply put, he is a ladies’ man. There isn’t much trying involved when he is around girls, his cynical nature disappears slightly and he turns on his incandescent charisma and will eventually get what he wants out of the situation.

Bold- Logan doesn’t have any complex about being honest with others. He will give the truth even if the truth isn’t so pretty. People who just meet him are put off by this, but his friends have come to accept it, and they believe they are better off with the truth anyway.

Loyal- There isn’t anything more important to Logan then his group of close friends. Although his personality isn’t the most favorable to social situations, the friends he has he has grown up with, done every stupid thing with, are the only people who truly understand him. He would jump in front of a moving bus for them, and bail them out of jail if necessary, but he would probably be in the jail cell with them if anything.

Romantic- If someone is lucky enough to get close enough to is heart for him to actually care, (which have only been 2 or 3 girls in his past) then he will devote a lot of himself to them. He is romantic at heart, but an unconventional romantic. He won’t take her to watch the stars on a blanket on the grounds of Beauxbatons, he would fly her to his Villa in Italy and take her to the hole in the wall Italian cafe for traditional spaghetti and meatballs.

Frivolous- With his parent’s nearly unlimited supply of money, he’s lived a very privileged life. He has multiple credit cards tied to his father’s bank accounts, and often deems a trip to Paris for the latest jacket or pair of pants constitutes a thirty thousand dollar bill. Money is no object in his eyes.

Cunning- Logan can talk his way out of anything. He is clever and deceitful. If there is a lie or an excuse, he will use it to cover his own ass, and also those of his friends he cares most about.

Strengths-

*Charming
*Clever
*Wealthy
*Loyal
*Family-Oriented


Weaknesses-

*Closed off
*Deceitful
*Sarcastic
*Uninterested
*Broken


Sample RP:

He saw her leaning against the far off tree in the distance. Her pale legs pulled up to her chest insecurely. She had dark espresso colored hair that was lightly curled and cascading down her exposed back.

Logan let out a deep sigh, looking down at the damp ground and running his fingers through his chestnut hair, tousling the front and returning his hands to the pockets of his grey slacks.

It was another year, another set of boring classes, another year of girl filled drama, and silly antics with the good friends he miraculously managed to make his first year here at Beauxbatons.

The years almost seemed blurred together for Logan, after his father’s death he had no concept of time, turning into a reckless teenager, living in solitary and closing himself off.
As his hands were in his pockets, he fingered his ten inch, cherry wood wand that was tucked securely at his side. He took a couple steps forward towards the striking female in front of him, a smirk tugging at the corners of his red lips.

As he approached her, she just became more beautiful. Not the conventional sort of beauty, she had a light sprinkle of freckles across her dainty nose, her bottom lip just slightly larger than her top, a light layer of shiny gloss adorned. She wasn’t wearing any make-up except a light shimmer that was laid across her cheeks and hugged her angular features in the vast sunlight.

Logan looked at this as a challenge. He wasn’t struck by her; he wouldn’t waste the effort trying to establish a real relationship with her. That would just be cruel, and while he wasn’t the nicest of people, he wasn’t indecent.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets, the smirk now turning into a full fledged, heartbreakingly beautiful smile revealing two perfect rows of ivory teeth.

“You look lonely...” He said, his menacing smile deceitful with interest. “Mind if I join you?”

Must be Sournois